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The Devil's Mercenary pt.3 Technoblade X reader
Hey y'all, this is part 3. Probably not the last part tho, I have some ideas for this story, but I would love some help on ideas for 4. This was wanted by the beautiful 🐍 anon. I hope you enjoy :)
Warnings: Cursing, suggestive.
Series Masterlist
Pt. 4
Do I regret agreeing to the deal? Yes and no. I would have never said yes if this wasn't to save my ass, but at the same time, I'm glad that he gave me this opportunity.
Technoblade and I started off the next morning, giving Wilbur some bullshit excuse about going to get resources. I guess it wasn't a complete lie, but it most definitely wasn't a full truth.
The walk to the portal was relatively quiet, but oh gods was it boring. He had insisted on a portal somewhere only he knew, it was ridiculous. Not to mention the clothes I had on were not something to wear into the Nether.
We made it to the border of a glade. The sight was almost breathtaking, it had rolling hills and beautiful flowers. There were spots of ponds dotting the grassy fields. Bees buzzed overhead, and bunny's hopped along through the narrow tree patches.
A smile tugged at my lips as I followed the blood god through the greenery. I was in a daze as the ocean appeared in front of us. The coral-filled water was clear and unfiltered. The breeze was fresh, untouched by the people on the server.
The waves crashed as Dolphins rushed above the water, swimming in small packs. Fish danced in schools as they swam. If you looked close enough in the beautifully decorated area, you could see the colors of an axolotl or two.
The sight was enough to distract me from my evident demise, but only until it was rudely interrupted by the man it would be caused by.
"We're here," he huffed out. I turned to him. He was stalking off along the edge of the beach, there was a tiny shack where the woods began. I started to follow him soon after, my feet sloshing in the sand as I listened to the life around me.
The building would certainly be a blink and you'll miss it, that is if it didn't have the ghostly noises ringing out from inside it. That in itself was enough to catch anyone's attention.
The door thudded open as Tech pushed it. The hinges squeaked, and the floorboards cried out in despair as the hulking man stepped onto them. The eerie sounds only got louder as I followed him in, and it sealed my fate as purple particles came into view.
Technoblade didn't seem to care that I had frozen behind him, that or he didn't notice, which I doubt. He sat the bag he was carrying down on an old chair that looked like it would give way any second.
"We have food, water, and weapons," he stated as he turned to me. My eyebrows furrowed.
"Don't you need armor?"
"Sweetheart, the day I need armor to go into the Nether is the day Tommy's voice stops cracking."
I slightly chuckled at that, it was nowhere near as close to the feeling of calm the water gave me, but it was something.
"Well, I guess we should just get it over with then." Tech nodded as he looked at me.
"You have a sword on you, right?" I patted my hip.
"Yup."
And that was that. He stepped in first, leaving me in the dark shack all on my own. I could run away now, leave everything behind, Wilbur, Tommy, Techno... this stupid bet... and... Dream. I sighed. I couldn't do that, I've already betrayed my friends, the least I could do is face karma as I should.
I made contact with the purple and a shiver shot down my spine. My feet rested on the obsidian below me as my body started to fade out of the world I knew. My eyes closed and a nauseous feeling fell over me.
I gasped, almost falling forward before catching myself. He stood before me as I leaned on the portal's edge. I will never get used to how that feels.
"There's a fortress right near here, it's only a little ways North."
I shook my head and stood up straight, my swords felt heavier than they ever had as I walked towards the brick building. My heart was hammering as my boots thumped. The Nether was cast in its usual red hue as we walked. The heat was close to unbearable, and my skin felt like it was melting.
The fortress was in a Soul Sand Valley. Of fucking course it was. He did say he needed a bunch of Wither skulls.
"We'll split up, that way we can get in and out, meet back here in an hour, if you're not here, I'll assume your dead and tell others as such, got it?"
I didn't really have the time to argue with him, nor did I feel like it. I just want to get this over with.
"Yeah, whatever."
Then he walked away. I started to make my way through the Nether Brick walls, there was a staircase leading downwards, that's probably my best bet. The clicks of my feet were very apparent as I walked downwards. My eyes caught onto the black bones of almost 6 skeletons. I unsheathed my swords from the belt and smirked. This was gonna be fun.
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It had been about forty-five minutes. I sighed heavily as I picked up the last skull I needed. I had a full stack, if that wasn't enough then I don't know how to please this man.
My body and clothes were covered in black dust, my hands hurt, and my swords needed to be cleaned. Thank the gods I knew which way was out, otherwise, I'd be completely screwed. The familiar stairs came into sight and I smiled. Finally.
I leaned against the wall where Technoblade told us to meet, my eyes shut and I finally had a chance to breathe. There was sweat dripping from my face, and my shirt was transparent as it hugged my skin.
My eyes shot open as I heard heavy footsteps making their way towards me. I unsheathed one sword and stood there. Eyes scanning along the area. Pink hair became visible and I relaxed.
Technoblade saw me and raised his eyebrows, "I really thought you'd be dead."
"Thanks for having faith in me," I grumbled with a roll of my eyes as I chucked the stack of skulls at him, "Let's just get the fuck out of here."
"Some mouth you have their sweetheart."
"Don't call me that," I stated flatly.
"You sure didn't have a problem with Dream calling you that."
"Well you're not Dream, are you? You're most certainly not attractive enough to be. Looking like some knock-off barbie doll with that hair."
"Oh, alright high and mighty. You think you're some spectacular view?"
"Oh come on, I'm sure you'd just love to fuck me against the wall, huh Blade?"
His eyes turned to slits, "I'm sure you'd enjoy that, y'know, since you seem to be such a cock hungry whore, to the point where you'd betray the people that took you in, helped you, loved you."
I huffed. That sad thing is... he was right. Not about him, of course. But about me, everything he said about me was true in some aspect. My eyes trailed to the floor and I embraced defeat.
"Let's just go."
I stormed out, making my way back to the portal. Technoblade followed close behind me. Eyes glued on my back. I was gonna kill him. One day, I'm going to shove my sword through his heart and watch the Blood God crumbled to his knees.
But that day wouldn't be today...
And that day would never come. Because unbeknownst to me, fate had another idea. One that didn't involve hate, or plunging a sword through his heart.
I stepped into the glowing portal and fell through into the overworld.
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"There's a shower in the other room, but the water won't stay warm for both of us, the plumbing is shit."
"Well ain't that just lovely," I looked around the room, it was getting dark out, which didn't make much sense, but time is weird in the Nether, "I guess we're staying here tonight?"
Tech nodded, "It's the smartest idea, it's a long walk back, and there's two beds."
Well, ain't this just great? A night with the Blood God. Just what I needed.
"What about the shower situation?" He looked at the door, which I could only guess was the bathroom, "We could shower at the same time."
My eyes widened, "Do you expect me to shower with some pervert?"
He rolled his eyes, "Do you wanna shower in the cold?" I shook my head. "Didn't think so."
"Couldn't one of us just shower in the morning?"
"It'll still be cold, it takes almost two days for the water to warm up, it's never been much of a problem since I don't come here too often."
I sighed, "Fine, just don't be lookin at me." He nodded.
I should have just died in that fortress.
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Not too sure how I feel about that, but it didn't end up too bad. As I said earlier, I would love some ideas for part 4. Love you babes <3
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Hey :) [I saw some people doing this, so I thought I would as well xD It's also so that you all know some stuff about me ♡]
You may call me Kenzie, I'm 23, my zodiac sign is Gemini ♊ [I'm a dragon in the Chinese zodiac], I'm bisexual [& a demisexual], also I'm female. I want to be an author and publish a few books eventually, hoping in two years or so [I'm finishing other stuff before I continue with writing a book xD], being a writer is my passion in life and it's something I truly love to do 💜 🖋️📖
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Fandoms that I'm into [only gonna mention ones I post about on here, I'm into many others like Devil May Cry 5 & Twdg (mostly the final season game), I'm just listing some but if you want to know all of them, then check out my AO3 profile] ♡ -
Grand Theft Auto 5 [Gta V]
Life Is Strange 2 [LIS2]
Rising of the Shield Hero [Rotsh]
Baldur's Gate 3 [BG3]
Villainous
Hazbin Hotel
Helluva Boss
Detroit Become Human [dbh]
Ships/Pairings that I love with all of my heart & I really like to write about and read ♡ [I'm just naming a few, you'll find others I love in my AO3 works] -
Franklin Clinton x Lamar Davis (Framar) [Gta V] 💚 🏙️
Trevor Philips x Lamar Davis (Tramar) [Gta V] 🧡🌇
Sean Diaz x Finn (Sinn) [Life Is Strange 2] 💙🌲
Astarion x Tav [Baldur's Gate 3] (I really love his storyline) 🕯️🖤❤️
Iruma x Asmodeus (IruAzz) [Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun] ❤️💜💙
Kalego x Opera [Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun] 😈🖤♥️
Black Hat x Dr. Flug (Paperhat) [Villainous] 🎩
Angel Dust x Husk (AngelHusk/HuskerDust) [Hazbin Hotel] 💗
Alastor x Angel Dust (RadioDust) [Hazbin Hotel] 🔪
Blitzo x Striker [Helluva Boss] 🐍
Legosi x Louis [Beastars] 🐺🦌
Barnaby 'Bunny' Brooks Jr. x Kaburagi T. Kotetsu [Tiger & Bunny] 🐇🐅
Connor x Hank Anderson (Conhank/Hankcon, Hannor) [Detroit Become Human] 🌆 🥃
Danny Parker x Karl [Black Mirror] 🌃
Chiron x Kevin [Moonlight] 🌌 🌙
Louis x Clementine (Clouis) [Twdg] 💜
James x Louis [Twdg] ♥️
V x Nero [Devil May Cry 5] ⚰️🖤
Other stuff I love -
Reading/writing fanfiction 📃🖋️
Listening to music 🎧 [I'm into a lot of different bands/singers xD Like Falling In Reverse, Yungblud, Halsey, Rain Paris, lil Nas X, Hollywood Undead, Skillet, Three Days Grace, Linkin Park, t.A.T.u, Avril Lavigne, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Imagine Dragons, Twenty One Pilots, Panic! At The Disco, NF, Nico Collins, Sum 41, Papa Roach, Billie Eilish [& a few others that I can't think of at the moment xD So etc]
Taking pictures/I'm very much into photography 📷
Painting & some drawing (but I'm not really good at it xD) 🎨
Making aesthetics 🌈
I love the winter season ❄️ Because I can just put on a blanket and have some hot chocolate ☕
Teddy bears 🐻 & Candy (like chocolate) 🍫 Also soda, like Coke Zero and Dr. Pepper, even Pepsi sometimes (if I feel like it) 🥤
I also love foxes, wolves & cats 🦊🐺🐈
Watching my favorite tv series and movies 💻 I'm into zombie apocalypse stuff & disaster kind of movies, some horrors/thrillers as well (but I also love dramas and romances, a few comedies too [though it depends, especially if I like it or not])
I love to watch anime as well, I really enjoy it and have a few personal favorites :) Like 'Vampire Knight' (which is actually the first anime I ever watched), 'Sword Art Online' (I'm talking about the first season), & there's a lot more that I still love 💙💜
Talking to my close friends or anyone else who loves the same things as me/are into that kind of fandom and really love a pairing [& ship] like me ♡
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My AO3 account [I post everything, all my fanfics/one-shots on there] - LoveFandoms828
Wattpad(s) [though I don't really post on there anymore, just so you all know] - ThatDemon828, InsanityLover828
Fanfiction.net [some of my fanfics are on there, but I don't post often on that website] - YandereGirl828
Instagram - loveablefangirl29 [Just like on Tumblr]
Well that's mostly it, some things to know about me, if I think of anything else then I'II add it later on ♡ Until the next post/fanfic 💕❤️
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work friends (miruko x reader, part 2)
summary: basically, miruko convinces reader to meet at the mall. possessive behavior and fingering ensue.
warnings: light dom/sub, thigh riding, face-sitting, vaginal fingering, mommy kink
part one
my ao3 for more shitposts
my ko-fi~!
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A high-pitched chirp pierced the woman’s dreamless sleep. Setting such a deafening ringtone was supposed to be an advantage. Hot stories don’t stop once night falls, an unfortunate truth the woman had already learned. The woman rolled over; tired hands latching onto her phone.
「UNKNOWN NUMBER」 | 12:45 am
ur laugh was almost cute 🤪
Speak of the devil, and she will appear.
Air caught in her throat, somehow worse than a punch in the gut. Crimson eyes burned in the woman’s mind. Cherry pits she couldn’t ignore. She exhaled. The act was almost orgasmic as greedy lungs resumed function.
What… what do I say? Naturally, words came to the woman like magic. A gift she attributed to countless All Might articles. All Might. His name felt heavy somehow now. The woman sighed and typed a short response.
「XXX」 | 12:47 am
This is Miruko, right?
Three dots appeared as half lidded eyes struggled to maintain focus. What does this stupid bunny want this late? Her mind felt fuzzy, as if she hadn’t slept at all. Exhaustion was rooted in her bones; a slow ache.
「UNKNOWN NUMBER」 | 12:48 am
wats ur addy
Of course. Wait. Is… is she trying to hook up? A lump of disgust and anxiety swelled within her stomach. Casual sex wasn’t foreign to the woman. It was a concept she celebrated, but the image of hungry, crimson eyes plagued her. Carnivorous orbs that threatened to eat her alive.
「XXX」 | 12:49 am
You woke me up. It’s *midnight*. I can interview you tomorrow.
This was a bargaining chip. Perhaps ignorance would save her. Or maybe I’m committing career suicide, she mused. Rumors and whispers of reporters doing “favors” for interviews wasn’t unheard of. Morality wasn’t a concern for the perfect article.
The woman stared intently at her phone, eyes bleary and heavy. Dread mounted in her stomach as minutes passed. The woman rubbed her eyes. Maybe she’s asleep already. The thought brought her comfort as sleep dusted over her. Fatigue had won.
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A hearty exhale left the woman as throbbing muscles stretched against morning light. Another dreamless sleep with a side of awkward sleeping positions. Nothing out of the ordinary for her. She layed in bed, determined to absorb the early sunlight. Eventually, the woman rolled over and began to check emails. Ignorance was a blessing. The woman’s phone vibrated in her hand, the motion jarring and obnoxious. Right. The rabbit.
「UNKNOWN NUMBER」 - INCOMING CALL
Red eyes flashed through her mind. Soft hands trembled, knuckles white and taunt. Her finger hovered over the answer button. The notification was imposing; a beast that dwarfed her. An electrical wave crept through the woman’s spine. Anxiety now rooted in her stomach.
“H-hello?”
The pro hero snickered. “Finally ya answer, kit. Think you owe me your name for the wait.” She could almost feel Miruko’s hot breath through the phone. A sweltering gust that starved the room of oxygen.
The woman swallowed, saliva thick and tongue bulky. She muttered her name like a prayer.
“Cute name, kit. You never replied to my text. Still game?” Miruko’s voice cut into the word kit, as if it were an insult. Belittling.
She shifted in bed, words unable to become tangible. Prey caught in the powerful jaws of a predator. Shivers continued to assault the woman as she opened Miruko’s text.
「UNKNOWN NUMBER」 | 12:55 am
watever. meet me @ hiro mall.
Hiro Mall. Hiro Mall! She giggled; the sound unnatural and falsetto. A laugh she hated. Hiro Mall was thirty minutes away via car, but… I don’t own a car. No reliable transportation!
“I don’t live near Hiro Mall. S-sorry, can’t do it.”
Miruko’s thin lips pulled a mischievous grin. “Don’t apologize, it’s annoying like that laugh. I’ll pick you up,” the Rabbit Hero insisted, tone assertive and deep. Like rich chocolate.
A sour expression spread through the woman’s features, panic in her veins. An icy chill ran into her skull. The beginnings of a migraine.
“N-no it’s fine. You’re probably too far away.” She glanced around, desperate to escape the call. “We can arrange an interview later in the week.” A mall is too unprofessional anyway.
“C’mon. I gotta scoop for you, little kit.” Miruko sounded almost eager. A tight edge to her voice.
Another laugh left the reporter as she spoke, “Listen, M-Mi-Miruko… I appreciate this offer I really do. I just can’t today. I have -- I have other arrangements today.”
The Rabbit Hero released a hearty chuckle. Playing hard to get, huh?
“Can’t clear your schedule for an interview with the number seven pro hero Miruko?” She teased.
She feigned a smile. “I did agree, didn’t I? O-okay. I’ll text you my address.” There was no escape from the rabbit. Coils of anxiety refused to unravel within her gut. Painful, hot bundles that tore into her.
“Good kit.” A click followed the rabbit’s voice. The woman released a pent-up whine.
Are all pro heroes this rude?
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“I like your hat,” the woman mused, her sentence punctuated by a gentle chuckle. Miruko’s ears twitched at the sound.
Pro hero Miruko stood before her in casual attire; denim shorts, a plain t-shirt, and a brown baseball cap. It felt almost wrong to see the number seventh hero like this. Vulnerable. Human.
“That laugh was cute. Why don’t you laugh like that?” The ghost of a smirk rested against Miruko’s lips. Blush for me, kit.
A yell echoed through the mall before the woman could reply, “Hey! It’s Miruko! Miruko, can I get an autograph?!” Like magic, a young boy appeared in front of the couple, his smile was sunlight. Too bright to ignore. Pen and paper in tiny hands.
Crimson eyes observed the child with anticipation. She was not a rabbit, but a peacock. A peacock that revelved in attention.
“Sure!”
Miruko bent down and lightly grabbed the parchment from the boy; signing an indecipherable signature. The action seemed too gentle for the carnivorous woman. She’s creepy when she’s nice, the reporter thought as a shiver crawled down her skeleton. Like a dull ache in her bones.
The boy’s face broke out in a boyish grin; a smile too big for his face. Curious orbs drifted from the mythical hero and stuck to the unfamiliar figure beside the rabbit.
“Hey… are you a hero too? Are -- are you Miruko’s friend?” the boy prodded, his voice soaked in excitement and stars in his eyes.
The woman awkwardly shuffled and inspected her shoes. A pit began to widen in her stomach. The feeling left her empty and anxious. Starving. “Sorta. Work friends.”
“What’s it -- “
Before the child could ask, Miruko interjected. The woman’s tone was hard and rough, like sandpaper. “Sorry kid. We gotta bounce.”
Calloused hands reached for the reporter, finding purchase around her waist. A quiet yelp was exhaled from the woman; the sound sharp and sudden. Maroon rage bubbled under Miruko’s intense gaze as she ushered the woman away.
“Friends?” Miruko hissed, a dangerous glint in her eyes. The woman felt like injured prey, ready for the slaughter. “We’re not friends and you fucking know it.” Snowy ears twitched in annoyance. Little kit doesn’t know her place. The thought was venomous and ravenous; a lion starved and wild.
Her hand burns.
"Miruko… Are we not friends?" Curious eyes locked onto the rabbit. Begging for Miruko's attention. Was a pro hero a liar? Her brain felt branded by the question. Burnt. Ruined.
Large hands released the woman. Strong arms encased the woman; like a dragon hoarding gold. A wolf with teeth trained on a young doe. Poised, prepared. Miruko's heart threatened to leap from her chest, the sound like thunder. The woman couldn't ignore the roar against her.
The hero swallowed. "I want you to call me Usagi. No, Usagi. It'd sound cuter coming from you." Miruko grinned, lips too tight and teeth too sharp.
"Usagi, let me go. This is too intimate," the woman stated plainly. The situation was too familiar. Too similar to last night.
"You like my hat?"
Gross hot carrot breath.
Silver strands hung over muscular shoulders as a confident voice tickled the woman's ear.
"I'll try some on for you, because it's you!" Stars danced in Miruko's eyes. Crimson orbs now enveloped in joy.
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The couple sat on a bench, both parties tired from a day of giggles and coy smiles. Hidden signs of affection between the two. A genuine laugh from the woman made Miruko’s ears twitch in excitement. It was the same feeling she experienced before; the hero’s stomach was in knots. A hot, tangled mess that stung.
Miruko watched as the reporter gingerly checked her emails. She demanded a detour to rest and get her bearings. Miruko peered over her shoulder, unaware of the anxiety that began to bubble in the woman’s throat. Like mucus stuck in her nose. Thick and suffocating.
The woman turned to her, lips tugged into a curt grin. Too formal, too polite.
“I was thinking,” she began; still enamored by work, “you promised me an interview. We can grab lunch and I can pick your brain.” Finally, I’ll get my story. The woman vibrated with elation. It was a buzz that warmed her down into her bones. Her dreams were within reach; so many opportunities.
Miruko’s calloused palm slid across the woman’s thighs, creeping along as if to memorize the supple flesh. The rabbit wanted to bury herself between them. Pillowy thighs that touched deserved to be worshipped.
She caressed the woman’s thigh as she spoke, “Don’t live too far from here… You like your coffee black?” The hero’s casual attitude left a horrible taste in her mouth. A bitter, rotten taste. Miruko’s hand was scorching against her thigh, a juxtaposition to her clammy skin.
“No, tea. I know… I know of a cafe not far from here.” Words were impossible again. Intangible things. The woman’s sentence was punctuated with a shrill chuckle, another sign of internal concern. A part of her dreaded being alone -- in a private space -- with the hero. Famished eyes still regarded her as prey. Oval cherries.
“Got tea, too. I think you’re just scared. I don’t bite!” Much, Miruko thought, playful lips stretched into a lop-sided grin. She was desperate to taste the woman, to spread her apart and worship. Miruko kneaded the doughly flesh underneath her, as she waited for a response.
Finally, the woman looked away; too ashamed to face the rabbit.
“O-okay.”
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Miruko’s apartment was unexpected. It was plain -- almost unbelievable to imagine a hero living here -- much less the number seventh hero. The only noteworthy addition were flowers, as if the room had exploded in a bomb of flora and perfume. They looked out of place with morning dew still fresh on vibrant petals. Was she anticipating this? Hints of flowers assaulted the woman’s nose; the smell was nauseating.
“I redecorated!” Miruko blurted out, a move uncharacteristic for the headstrong woman. She felt exposed like this. The object of her desires was so close -- and yet the rabbit had to be vulnerable. It wasn’t uncommon for Miruko to bring a woman home, but a sea of flowers wasn’t her normal. She was inexperienced in... this. The hero’s heart began to tremble again, the sound booming, leaving her breathless.
The woman only nodded, as if aware of the lie. “Flowers are pretty, aren’t they? I suppose we can start with the first question; Miruko… you don’t have a scoop for me, d-do you?” Her voice faltered as the woman lost her conviction. Plush lips quivered, afraid of the answer.
Her lips look so soft. Without thinking, a tanned finger brushed against the woman’s lips. Miruko quickly withdrew her hand. A muted pink dusted her cheeks, like a child caught. The hero’s snowy ears burned with embarrassment.
“Do it again.”
“What?” Miruko asked, hungry eyes wide. Saliva pooled in her mouth. A predator drooling over wounded prey.
“D-do it a-again.” The woman’s tone was pleading, in need of attention.
My attention, Miruko thought as she swiped a thumb across delicate lips. The flesh reminded the rabbit of her thighs. A familiar heat began to pool in the bottom of her stomach. The rabbit inched closer; the woman’s chin cradled in her palm, thumb still caressing her lips like ritual. Touching the woman was electric. A shock that left Miruko in a daze of want.
Hot breath tickled the woman’s nose as Miruko spoke, “I’m going to kiss you.” Chapped lips collided against the woman. The kiss was forceful and hungry. A lion finally ravishing a meal. Miruko continued to lean into her, as if trying to establish dominance. Gentle hands rested against the rabbit’s toned chest. Miruko tasted like carrots and mint. An obvious attempt to hide the vegetable. The weight of Miruko caused the woman to stumble, and the pair landed awkwardly on the carpeted floor. Miruko landed on top of the woman, hard muscles pressed against delicate flesh.
“Sorry, kit. Guess I got a little too excited. Are you okay?” Miruko’s tone was laced with worry. The genuine concern was new to the woman. Humanizing. Patches of red decorated the woman’s cheeks and her heart pounded against her ribcage like a drum. The sound was deafening.
Red orbs watched with interest and long strands of silver hair settled across small shoulders. Her hair tickled. The woman tried to stifle a chuckle and nodded, even now her soft frame was dwarfed by the hero.
Abruptly, Miruko kissed her again, grinding wide hips into the woman. The rabbit’s hands transversed the woman’s body, starving for her touch. Calloused palms cupped large breasts and massaged. Miruko’s touch wasn’t gentle like a lover’s, but rough and greedy. An involuntary moan slipped from the woman, who was now unable to keep composure. The hero took advantage; seeing the moment of weakness as an opportunity, and jammed a wet tongue into her mouth. Miruko’s hot tongue explored the damp chasm. She wanted to commit every part of the woman to memory.
The rabbit pulled away, the act only to allow her companion fresh air. Lungs gasped for air. Hungry and starved. Before she could force in another lungful, Miruko pressed further against her, and roughly grabbed tiny wrists. The woman was puzzled by the action until she felt the warm presence of Miruko’s finger hooked around her waistband. Miruko licked her lips in anticipation as drool threatened to leak out.
Crimson orbs locked onto the woman, as if to ask permission.
“Please,” she begged. Her voice was small and quiet. Too ashamed to admit the burning ache that settled into her core. The need for Miruko hurt. The woman was racked with impatience. She wanted needed the hero’s greedy fingers in between her.
A thunderous laugh vibrated from Miruko as she discarded the woman's undergarments. “You’re so cute. Submissive and begging for Miruko the hero.” The rabbit shoved a thick finger in between large thighs -- thighs Miruko wanted to dig into. Miruko’s finger curled inside the woman’s craving, wet core. Vicious teeth were bared in a smirk; she could just eat the woman. Devore her whole. On instinct, Miruko’s mouth latched onto the woman’s neck. Her pulse was rapid against the hero’s tongue as Miruko began to suck upon the supple flesh. Erotic sounds of pleasure escaped the woman. Her face was flustered and on fire, a sweltering heat that ravaged her.
Determined fingers pumped into the woman’s slickness. She lifted her hips into Miruko, franic for the hero. Her stomach twisted as shivers shot through her spine.
“Tell Mirko the hero how needy you are. Beg for me.”
"U-Usagi --"
"Miruko," the hero corrected, her sentence punctuated by a second finger. The sudden intruder caused the woman to gasp. Such a cute noise! Miruko curled the second finger and pumped both digits in rhythm. The woman continued to lift her hips, greedy for Miruko's touch.
A low whimper drifted from the woman, "Mi-Miruko, please, please, please … Kiss me. Claim me." She shrunk under the rabbit's gaze. The heat across her cheeks felt permanent. The woman quickly turned away, too embarrassed to allow Miruko a peek.
Miruko grabbed her hips and shoved the soaking woman against her. A small puddle began to pool against the rabbit's shorts. The woman -- too enthralled by Miruko's fingers -- was blissfully unaware of her mess. Delicate wrists were released as sturdy hands palmed the wet spot.
"Look at what you did, kit," Miruko said, placing the woman's hand against the puddle. Gentle orbs locked onto the mess; her cheeks now a vibrant red. Like poppies on her cheeks. She quickly withdrew her hand; as if the puddle was fire.
The woman's voice was muffled and hushed. "I’m s-sorry…” she mumbled, her face hidden by trembling hands. Embarrassment was segmented back into her reality; the woman left too conscious of Miruko’s gaze. It was uncommon for strangers to see the woman so… exposed. Even past lovers weren’t afforded the treat.
“You’re just leaking for me. So fucking wet for Miruko.” She wiped a finger across the mess and used another hand to free the woman’s sight. “I want you to watch.” Miruko’s sentence was entwined with lust. An insatiable need. The rabbit brought her juice stained finger to her mouth and sucked, cannibalistic red eyes locked on the woman. Her pink tongue swirled around the digit. A line of saliva connected the rabbit’s finger as she slowly dragged the apendenge from her mouth. After teasing the woman, Miruko shoved the spit covered digit into the woman. Her cunt now ached with three thick fingers. It felt like too much; her core stretched around Miruko.
The hero didn’t continue to finger fuck the woman. Like a predator playing with injured prey. Enjoying her meal.
Pleading eyes bore into Miruko as she pulled her soaked fingers from the woman. Lips held a dirty smirk. “Rub your clit against my thighs, mommy wants to feel your cunt.” The woman winced at the word. It sounded so dirty, so inappropriate… and yet she shivered at the hero’s words. Desperate for relief, desperate for stimulation; the woman began to rub her slickness against the hero’s exposed thigh. Her face almost sizzled with a crimson blush. She felt the heat up to her ears. Molten lava.
The woman was unable to face Miruko’s starving eyes. Cherries that wanted to rip and tear into her. Muffled sobs racked the woman; the sensations of embarrassment and pleasure blended together in a blur of pathetic arousal. Her body betrayed her as she grinded harder into Miruko’s thigh, the stimulation proving not enough for her swollen clit. The woman could feel the hot blood that pulsed through her core.
“Mi-Miruko, f-fuck me,” she begged.
“Look at you, kit, using such dirty words. You call this begging? This is pathetic. Tell Miruko how much of a slut you are.” Her tone was aggressive, as if the woman’s pathetic nature was an offense.
She swallowed, her mouth devoid of spit as she sobbed, “Please, Miruko! I’m such a slut; I need your fingers! Please, please, please.” The woman’s sentence was chanted, almost like a mantra. A perverted prayer.
Sharp teeth clashed against the woman’s ear. “Sit on my face. Wanna fuckin’ drown in you.” Miruko’s voice was no higher than a whisper. Like a secret between friends. Without hesitation, the woman nodded and stood up as Miruko positioned herself between pillowy thighs. The rabbit’s mouth salivated in anticipation. I’m going to fucking devour you.
The woman slowly lowered herself onto the hero, afraid of injuring her. She wasn’t small and fit like Miruko. She was big and jiggly. Like jello. A body Miruko wanted to grab fistfulls of as she fucked her into a mattress; letting the woman know how beautiful she was. Her aching, wet cunt finally made contact with Miruko’s pink tongue. Sandwiched between gigantic thighs, Miruko began to run her tongue down the woman’s folds. The woman released a lustful moan. She clamped a hand to her shy mouth as Miruko’s tongue slipped into her. She yelped at the sudden action. Miruko snickered underneath the woman, her sounds were like calls from heaven. Honey that coated her ears in a thick sweetness.
She worked at the woman’s mound, only encouraged by her lewd sounds. The woman could no longer muffle her moans; her body stuck in a sea of shivers. Her tongue -- her tongue felt so fucking good. Wide hips grinded into Miruko, hungry to have her tongue deeper within. Two thick fingers plunged into her hole, replacing Miruko’s tongue. The rabbit’s digits slapped into the woman’s drenched thighs. Her tongue wandered up to a swollen, red clit. She took the bud into her mouth and swirled the blood filled nub.
“F-fuck…” A long moan punctuated her sentence as Miruko began to suck on her clit; her fingers scissoring within her, stretching her. The woman’s greedy walls contracted around Miruko. The woman’s large chest heaved as breathing seemed impossible. Hot, short breaths mixed with wails of ecstasy. Miruko continued to suck on the woman’s clit, treating her puffy nub like a treat. Her tanned face now slick with the woman’s juices. The room was filled with the sloppy sounds of the woman’s cunt and her moans. Miruko’s ears couldn’t help but rapidly twitch, the rabbit almost too excited.
“Stop… stop, I’ll cum!” The woman whined, her voice lecherous and heavy. Like a fog. Her confirmation caused Miruko’s fingers to ramp up in speed, fingers now curled inside. An audible pop sounded as Miruko released the woman’s puffy nub. The rabbit’s sharp teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. She alternated between sucking and nibbling the woman’s clit. The woman felt an uncomfortable tremble crawl through her stomach, settling at the bottom. Her body begged for release.
A string of profanities erupted from the woman as she came, juices squirting down Miruko’s chin. The hero licked her lips, still hungry. With her moment of bliss gone, and her body weak, the woman gingerly stood up. Her ears and face were a bright pink; like cotton candy.
Miruko gazed at the woman, a lop-sided smirk ghosting her face. “You got me drenched in your pussy. C’here and clean it up, kit.”
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Back in DevilTown 1
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33361024 (heres if you wanna read it on a03)
The road trip back home took forever, Alabamas long winding country roads still made you as carsick as it did when you were a kid, except this time you were the one behind the wheel. You honestly didn't wanna head back home anytime soon after graduation, but when you got an email from your old high school friends asking you to come to stay the week at the Jonhson's cabin for "old times" sake, you figured there had to be a good reason for them to get back in touch so soon.
Finally, seeing the familiar dirt road come into view brought back old memories, you and Byrce riding 4-wheelers down the trails, Kevin getting wasted and ending up getting stuck in a tree. You still snicker at the image. Car jerking unevenly as the red dirt turned into the gravel, you see the Johnsons cabin come into view, six other vehicles sit outside. Patricia's hot pink jeep still looking the same as when she got it for her sixteenth birthday. Killing your pickup's engine, you grab your old duffle bag and head to the rickety porch. You can already hear the music and yelling; beer cans and cigarettes litter the handrails and porch swing.
Banging on the oak door loud and hard to be heard, you can hear who you think is Bryce yell 'Liam get it!" before the heavy door is swung open. "Ash! You made it!" Liam Nelson, your old track teammate. Already stiffening as he pulls you into a hug with a harsh pat on the back he pulls away to get a look at you. "You haven't changed a bit, Ash! How have you been?" Taking a good look at him you see he's gotten a bit taller over the years, his skin now a nice tan instead of the pale boy you were used to. Shrugging his hands off you duck under him to get inside. "It's only been two years Liam; people don't change that much."
Hearing the door shut you make a note he didn't lock it. Rounding the hallway corner, you see Maggie and Patricia sitting on the worn leather couch. Maggie is smoking what you're pretty sure is a blunt while Patricia hops up to give you a tight hug. "Posie, you made it! I'm so glad you're here." You cringe at the old nickname as she wraps you in a perfume-filled hug; even with her sandals: she barely comes up to your chest. "Good to see you, Patty, you too Maggie." Maggie gives you a slumped half nod as you peel Patricias arms off you and flop onto the couch. "Aw Posie doesn't be like that; we haven't seen each other since graduation!" She sits down beside you; thankfully you wore a jacket in the hot ass Alabama heat. Scratching the back of your neck some you turn towards Maggie as Liam sits beside her. "Wheres the rest of the boys at?" She shifts to lean on Liam and points to the kitchen. "The three morons are back there making some god-awful thing." She takes another drag of her blunt. Liam waves the smoke away with a cough. "So Ash you're the last one here, what took you so long? We honestly thought you weren't gonna come back to this shit hole." Shifting your duffel bag to the floor you reach in and grab your own blunt, lighting it and taking a long drag. "I had some stuff to take care of before heading here, what made you think I wouldn't show?" Taking another drag you feel the itching in your skin lesson, Liam opens his mouth to respond but is cut off.
A loud clatter comes from the kitchen as Kevin steps out. "Ayy guys, the gangs all here." He throws his arms up wide before shouting back into the kitchen. "Yo Byrce, Will! Ash is here." The two said guys appear behind Kevin. "Sup Ash," Will says before rounding the couch for a hug; you feel your skin itch. "Nah man I'm good on hugs today, Laim and Patty already got me." You put your hand up to deter him, resisting the urge to scratch your arms as he backs away. "Alright, alright; I see you still as touchy as ever Ashy." Kevin's face breaks out into a shit-eating grin, you're already tensing to move before he lunges at you. Rolling out of the way you climb over the couch to put it between you and him. Kevin falls face-first into the couch as Patricia wacks him with a pillow. Will and Byrce both give a snicker. "Damn Ash is still as fast as ever." Bryce snorts snatching the offending pillow from Patricia. Taking another deep drag to soften your nerves you walk back around the couch to sling your duffle bag over your shoulder. "Mind if I put my stuff up now?" Tucking the blunt back between your lips as Kevin gives a mock gasp. "Ten minutes since you arrived and you already wanna get away from us? For shame poise." The others give a snicker before Will pipes up. "Hey, I think ten minutes is a new personal record for her." Kevin and Will both snort as you roll your eyes, Bryce gives them both a wack with the pillow before turning to you. "Yeah go ahead Ash, sane room as always." Nodding your head you make your way to the old staircase, feeling it creak as make your way upstairs you hear the group's fading voices. "I don't know why you invited her Byrce, she's always so fucking weird." They should at least bother to wait till you're outta earshot.
Reaching the second floor you make the familiar track down the hall, the fourth door on the left, tucking your blunt next to your ear you grab the doorknob. Jiggling the sticky brass nob the door pops about to reveal a plain room, shutting the door behind you and stetting your duffel bag down with a heavy thud. Reaching in you grab your small flip knife and a mini flashlight before walking over to the closet. Opening the doors as the hinges give a slight squeak, good. The closet is bare and only has a few wire hangers in it, clicking on the flashlight you reach onto the closet shelf patting around for any hidden objects, finding nothing but a dead spider you turn your focus to the bathroom, closing the closet doors as the hinges give another creak. Opening the bathroom door and flipping on the light you turn to the sink and turn on the faucet. Slowly creeping towards the shower curtain you click open your knife; the sound of it opening muffled by the water. Ripping open the curtain you're thankfully greeted only with the empty tub. Sighing to yourself you click your knife back into place before pocketing it, shutting off the faucet and light before leaving. One last place to check, walking back over to the bed you slowly crouch down to take a look, besides a few dust bunnies and the first aid kit you hid under here in 8th grade there was nothing there. Hearing familiar footsteps come down the hall you grab your duffel and set it on the bed; tucking your knife and flashlight in your pocket you begin pulling out a few clothes. You don't bother turning as you hear the doorknob ratter a bit before they're finally able to get it open. "Hey Bryce, you need something?"
"Damn Ash how do you always know it's me?" Bryce takes a step into your room as you refold an old shirt. "Lucky guess." You shrug before turning to him. Bryce is leaning on the door frame with a hand rubbing his neck. "I just wanted to say I'm glad you showed and the fact I'm sorry you had to deal with Kevin, ya know?" Snorting you pull the bunt you previously saved and take another drag before offering it to Byrce. "No worries Johnson." He gives a small laugh before taking the blunt, his fingers brush yours but all your skin does is give a light prickle. "Johnson? I thought we were on first name basics Richwood." Taking a drag he gives a light cough before offering it back you held up your hand. "Keep it, I got more in my bag anyway. Shrugging he takes another drag before stepping back out into the hallway. "You wanna head back downstairs? I'll keep Kevin and Will busy while you and the others catch up, Pat and Maggie have missed you." Grimacing slightly you nod. "Only if there are snacks." Bryce perks up at your nod and gives you a grin, zipping back up your duffle you head out with him, shutting the door behind you. "Now Ashton when have you ever known me not to have snacks?"
They haven't changed a bit since high school, even now as you sit on the couch everything is tinged with a slight hint of nostalgia. Kevin is still being the dick head he is and always pissing off others for a laugh. Will having as much personality as a paper bag, his spine is just as flimsy. Patricia still looks at you with soft pitying eyes, Maggie acting indifferently as always. At least Liam stayed nice throughout the years; Byrce has always been alright in your book. "Hey guys I'm gonna go out for a smoke, anyone wanna join?" Will asks, pulling out his pack of cigarettes. Maggies snorts turning to Bryce. "You still won't let him smoke in the house? It's not like we haven't been smoking weed in here since eighth grade." Bryce waves her off before taking another swig of beer. "Not since what he and Kevin did that Halloween, I ain't wanting the cabin to catch fire again anytime soon." Will and Kevin give each other offended before yelling, "It was one time!" at Byrce. You hear him mutter "One time too damn many." as Will leaves out the door. Patrica calls out to him before the door shuts, "Be careful out there! It's getting dark." Will calls out a "Yeah, yeah." as the door shuts.
Jumping up from the couch you follow behind Kevin to get some more snacks. You'd rather not be alone with him but your stomach's call for Cheetos and ramen became too loud to ignore. Setting the bag of Cheetos on the counter you open the pantry to grab ramen and chicken stock. "So Ash, how's life been? You practically left this place like a bat outta hell as soon as we threw our caps in the air." Your neck bristled as Kevin stood behind you grabbing the box of chicken stock you were reaching for. Turning around with ramen in hand you quickly duck under his arm; you guess you'll be eating your ramen with water then. "Not everyone wants to stay in devil town, Kevin." Opting to keep your answers short hoping he would drop it, crouching down to grab a small pot from the cabinet, no way in hell were you bending down in front of him. Hearing him set the box of chicken stock on the counter before making his way over to you, tightening your grip on the pot you rose to meet him. "Aw come on Ash don't be like that, we had so much fun together before you left." He put his hand over yours; you had to stop yourself from cracking him across the skull, settling for just snatching your hand out his with a hiss. "Don't fucking touch me." You snarl at him; not bothering to see his response you move to the sink; turning the water as hot as it would go you stick your hand and the pot under the faucet. "Whoah there Ash, chill I was just playing. Plus I thought by now you'd be over the 'touch' thing." Bryce would understand if you threw a pot of scalding water at him right? Turning to glare at him, Kevin flinches slightly under your gaze. You're about to cuss him out, but Liam pops his head into the kitchen. "Hey, have you guys seen Will? He's been gone for a while now." Shutting the water off you take your now stinging hand and leave the pot in the sink. "I'm sure he's fine-" You cut Kevin off and walk to Liam. "Do you think he just came back through the back porch instead of the front?" Liam shakes his head. "No, no one's seen him since he went out to smoke."
Following Liam back into the lounge, you see Patrica giving Bryce a worried look. "Bryce, what's going on?" Kevin goes to sit by Maggie and Liam as Byrce sits hunched over his phone. "I've been trying to call Will after he didn't come back; it keeps going straight to voicemail." Bryce runs a hand through his hair with a huff. "I checked around the house for him but no luck; do you think he tripped or something?" Maggie turns to look at Bryce. "Maybe we should head out and find him; he might have gotten lost, you know how these woods are when it gets dark." Nodding, Bryce stands up. "Me, Liam, and Ash will go look; the rest of you stay here in case he comes back." You start heading to the stairs and call out over your shoulder. "I got flashlights in my truck; let me grab some stuff from my duffel, and then we'll look; he couldn't have gone far for a smoke." Popping your knuckles in your right hand you reach the stairs. Before you touch the banister you pause.
'Now that I got a taste`
'I think that I'd suffocate'
'For every second that you aren't by my side'
'But now I'm stuck at the gate'
'Of Lucifer's estate'
'I fell in love with a girl I met in Hell~"
Bryce's phone is ringing.
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Commission: Attack on Titan AU Parks and Recs
AO3 Link
A thick air hung in the office, crushing everyone's motivation for the day. The source of this bad energy came in the form of the ex-husband of the health advisor who worked in the same office area. The employee themselves were very nice and actually very apologetic for the situation. But the ex-husband was more than happy to be in the office. That was because he was here for an IRS tax audit. The Department of Trost had never had such a cold day before, even with the air conditions on high. whenever the man walked by, it was like a cold breeze went by. The younger and new hires were on high alert, flinching whenever the man was within sight. Sasha dived under her desk on her break as he walked by to look over Connie's shoulder. It was like watching a horror movie with a monster that didn't kill anyone. "I haven't had single thought with that guy walking around," Reiner said quietly while he was in the break room. Bertholdt had an open lunchbox in front of him but wasn't eating. "You think he can hear me chew? He told me chewing violated public health guidelines" he muttered quietly. "He's even gotten to Bert!" Reiner told Jean. "I can see that! Keep your voice down. That man has the ears of a hawk" Jean said as he covered Reiner's mouth with his hand. Everyone was quiet as they heard approaching feet. They let out a sigh at Marco entered the breakroom. "Hey....never mind" he turned around and walked back out. "That's cold Marco" Jean said quietly. "I don't blame him, I don't even want to mess around with that guy on patrol" Reiner groaned. He sat down next to Bertholdt, making the man eat his lunch before his break ended. "I just don't get it, how can someone be that evil?" Jean asked. "Easy, he's an ex," Annie said as she walked to the microwave. She stuck her hot pocket in and turned it on for a few minutes. "What's that supposed to mean?" Reiner asked.
Annie cleared her throat, turning to them with a cold stare. "An ex is filled with nothing but disdain for their previous partner. Imagine, after breaking up you go to work and now hold the fate of your previous partner's job in your hands? You would be swallowed up by the immense power and go mad" she explained. All of the men stared at her in an eerie shock. The microwave beeped and she opened the door. "Or, at least that's what I would do," she said as she blew on her meal. Annie walked back out without any further comments. "My God, she is right" Jean groaned as he leaned against the counter. The ex-husband was obviously making their lives hell just to get back at their partner! "What a bastard! Why is he making us suffer too?" Reiner complained. "It's probably just to spite everyone," Bertholdt said as he finished his lunch. "Thanks, Reiner" he grinned to his partner. "Don't sweat it, but you need to eat. Forget what that guy says" Reiner frowned as he saw Connie dash by. "He's coming!" he hissed briefly before continuing on his way. Reiner, Bertholdt, and Jean gathered their stuff and quickly left the break room. Back on the floor, Eren was typing slowly. His eyes were glued to the keyboard as he hit one button at a time. His shoulders were stiff and his brow sweaty. "Erin, are you done yet? I need those papers soon" Armin called over the desk to him. "I'm trying but Brian said I type too loud" Eren explained. He tried to type a bit faster, but his keys began to click with each movement. "Jaeger! I thought I told you to keep it down!" a loud voice cut across the office. Eren jumped up from his table and stood at attention. "Sorry, sir! I'll be quieter sir!" he shouted before sitting back down. His head fell forward onto his keyboard and he groaned loudly. "Sorry, Eren..." Armin whispered sadly. "It's not your fault he has the ears that could hear a mouse fart" Eren sighed as he sat back up. The space bar was indented on his face, making his delete the extra spaces on his work. "It's like I don't even know how to type anymore" he groaned as he looked at the single sentence, he had worked on for the past 30 minutes. Brian would come over to his desk if he so much as yawned, telling him to hurry up but be quiet about it. "How are you holding up Armin?" Eren asked. "Oh, you know. Brian thought I worked too fast, so he gave me Sasha's work and has her cleaning the carpets. I've only just started the work for next quarter, but Brian insists it's better to be ahead" Armin prattled off as his vision began to tunnel. He reached for an energy drink to his right and tilted the can upward until the last drop fell into his mouth. "I can smell colors" he sighed as his eyes focused on the screen. Eren looked on in horror, the usually calm and collected Armin was now a nervous wreck. Eren would always get help from him as he finished his work early each day, but now Eren wanted to help Armin. "I'll take some of it off your hands, I can...uh.... write it out for you" Eren grabbed a stack of papers and began writing down the report rather than typing it. Armin could type it out later since he wasn't a loud.
"Thanks, Eren. I don't want to stay late and have to wake you up to let me in again" Armin said in a shaky voice. He had only managed to sleep for five hours this morning before Eren woke him up to go to work. The two of them had staggered to the office and were immediately given a pile of work to deal with. That hadn't even been the worst of it, Mikasa who usually greeted them had been affected too. The woman usually was cool and stoic as nothing seemed to bother her. But that morning, she wore a cheerful smile and brought everyone coffee. "Hey guys, working hard or hardly working?" she laughed as she grabbed Eren's shoulders. Neither of her friends was able to respond right away. It was like she was a whole different person. "Uhh, working hard?" Eren said as he passed glances to Armin. "Mikasa, do you feel okay?" Armin asked. "Oh, Armin! You're so funny! I feel as good as the sun is bright. Brian was telling me that a cheerful mood brightens the workplace so I just thought a smile would help everyone better" Mikasa explained. As she said this, she took Eren's pen and wrote in his notebook. He read "HELP ME" written along the top of it. "R-Right...cheerful," he said quietly. "Well, I'm off to reorganize the permits. Brian said it was a real pigsty in there!" Mikasa gave the guys a thumbs up before speed walking off. As she passed Annie, she gave the woman finger guns. Annie simply stared at her in disbelief. She walked over to Eren and pinched the man's neck. "Annie! What the hell?!" he shouted. "Yeah, this isn't a dream. I need this Brian guy to hit the road so I can have my wife back" she said angrily. Annie took a long sip from her coffee as she glared at the office Brian was using. Currently, Levi had been busy with a national meeting and would only be in his office a few days out the week. While he was gone, Brian made himself comfortable in the office. Rearranging the desk and even bringing food in there as Levi had forbidden. Erwin had tried to stop him but as with everyone else, Brian had whipped him into place and did as he liked. He had even turned Ymir into a gopher, running her back and forth from other departments.
Historia was putting a wet towel on Ymir's forehead while she downed a bottle of water. "That guy is like the if someone mixed raw concentrated evil with salt and limes" Ymir sighed as she fell into a chair. "The devil's margarita" Connie gasped. Ymir shot him a dirty look before turning to Historia. "Thanks, babe" she smiled tiredly. "Anytime honey" Historia kissed Ymir's cheek as she ran off to finish her work. Below them, Sasha was on her knees holding a pair of tweezers. "How am I supposed to clean the carpet with these?" she sighed as she picked out another crumb of granola. She dropped it into the small bag on her hip. "Why don't you use the vacuum?" Connie asked her. "Brian said it is a waste of power and since I am always behind, I can at least do this" Sasha sobbed. Even Levi never made her clean like this. "This is crazy man, how are we gonna get rid of this guy?" he groaned as he held his head in despair. "Good luck with that Connie, I'll make sure to redistribute your stuff to charity," Ymir said lazily. "H-Hey! I'm not gonna do it!" he argued. Sasha hugged his legs, crying loudly. "Please Connie! I don't wanna see another dust bunny again!" she bellowed. "I know, I know. But he is too scary!" Connie hugged Sasha as the two comforted one another. Just then, Marco dashed into the office. "Guys! Levi is coming!" he said in a panic. The entire office stopped, not a single person typed. Marco dashed to his desk and everyone held their breath as they tried to look normal. Their eyes darted between Levi's office and the front door.
Hinge entered the office first, laughing loudly about something. She stopped as she spotted Sasha on the floor and Mikasa happily arranging a corkboard. "Good lord," she said quietly as she looked around. Levi walked up behind her, pushing her in the middle of her back. "Hange, what have I said about blocking the entryway?" he said in an annoyed voice. "Safety regulations, blah, blah. Just look" she said as Levi stepped around her. His eyes scanned the office without any emotion on his face. right away, he ran his finger along a file cabinet, noting the amount of dust that had accumulated. He walked over to Sasha, staring down at her. "Get up" he ordered her. Without even a breath, Sasha stood up and began shaking. "Get the vacuum and clean the floor properly," Levi said with a pointed glare. "Yes, sir!" Sasha took off running to the utility closet without looking back. Levi turned his gave to Eren and Armin, glaring at the large stack of papers on their desks. "Eren, stop playing with your keyboard and take half of Armin's work" he continued. Eren quickly scooped up the mess of papers and began typing loudly. Levi glanced at Ymir and Historia, not saying anything as he went to his office. He opened the door without knocking, earning a glare from Brian. "Where is Erwin?" Levi asked calmly. "He is out getting donuts, why?" Brian said back just as calmly. Everyone was still "working" while holding their breath. With Levi's absence, they had forgotten how much of an unstoppable force. It was like watching to lions facing off. "He should be here completing the month's summary, we have front desk employees that can get deliveries" Levi lectured the auditor as he walked slowly into the office. His eyes scanned every corner, noting each change Brian had made. "I see you have made a mess of my office" he continued. "A mess? I think I made it look better than before" Brian argued. Levi's eye twitched, obviously angered by the man's idea of "better".
"It's still my office and since I am back, you can leave now," Levi said as he pointed to the door. "I don't think so, I still have plenty of work to do. As you may remember, I'm handling your office's audit" Brian stood up and held Levi's stare. No one said anything for a while, battling with just their eyes. Erwin came rushing through the door wearing a sweater tied over his shoulders like some golf club dad. "They ran out of chocolate dipped so I got chocolate glaze..." he trailed off as he saw Levi standing in the office. "Oh..." he began to back away, but Levi caught him by the sweater. "What the hell are you wearing?" he said in a low voice. Erwin wasn't sure how to respond, shrinking in his husband's presence. "He is wearing Royal Polo, it's fashion. You could learn a thing or two" Brian announced proudly. Levi turned back to Brian with a look of pure death. "That's it, you're coming with me" Levi dragged Erwin out and shut the door. He led everyone into the break room for a powwow. "Why the hell all are you all acting like whipped puppies?" Levi asked. "Brian is terrifying! We can't take it anymore!" Sasha cried loudly. "He made Sasha clean the carpet with tweezers for a whole week. A week!" Connie explained. "He took all of Jean and my bobbleheads. Even the limited editioned ones" Marco explained. "And he calls me bobblehead! I don't look like a bobblehead!" Jean said angrily. Mikasa's persona broke for a moment, allowing her to glare weakly. "He made me say 'totes', I can't even sleep at night without reciting Gossip Girl scenes," she said tiredly. "Levi, he broke my wife!" Annie said angrily. "Yeah, and he makes me run back and forth to relay info that he could just say over a call" Ymir joined in angrily. "He made me his secretary, I told him I was the head of archives, but he said I looked like a secretary" Historia reported. “Brian told me I was too big for the office and makes me work in the hall” Reiner growled. “Me too, he put me in the storage closet because I bloke his view of the office” Bertholdt added in.
"It's worse than I thought, scratch that. Erwin's outfit is worse than I thought" Hange said. The man coughed, removing the sweater over his dress shirt. "I'm afraid even I can't stand up to him. He made me shave my beard since it was unsanitary" he explained. Levi's face was calm but everyone could sense the rage in him. They knew that Brian had crossed the line by altering how his husband looked. "This has gone on long enough. I'm calling in a favor" Levi said as he pulled out his phone. He dismissed everyone to go back to work as he talked on the phone. No one knew what he was planning as he cleared a table in the center of the office. Brian had walked out and looked around in mild confusion. "What is this?" he asked. Hange stood behind Levi, wearing a wild grin. "Welcome to the battle royale. Right here, right now. Operation soaring falcon is in its final stages" she announced. Levi sat down in one of the chairs as a large man entered the office. He was carrying a large gallon jug full of clear liquid. The man placed the jug on the table and shook hands with Levi. "Corporal" the man greeted him. "Swanson," Levi said back just as curtly. Everyone watched as Swanson pulled the cork off the bottle. "Ugh, what is that? It smells like Jet fuel" Sasha groaned as she covered her nose. "That's Swanson Family Mash liquor. Made from the finest corn ever grown on American soil. Its only legal use is to strip the varnish off of speedboats" Swanson explained. "It's time to settle this" Levi said as Swanson poured him a glass of the drink. "An old-fashioned prairie drink-off" Brian sighed as he removed his blazer. He took his own glass, holding Levi's stare. "If you win, the Trost Parks Department is yours. And if I win, you finish your audit with a perfect score and leave" Levi began. "Pour it, I'm thirsty" Brian challenged him. Levi and Brian took a shot of the liquor, closing their eyes as it burned down their throats. Everyone flinched despite not drinking it themselves. Another round down and neither batted a single eye. "Had enough?" Levi asked. "Of this watered-down baby formula? Not even close" Brian shot back with venom. By now, the entire office was watching things unfold. Neither party showed signs of getting even tipsy. Brian took another shot, burping after swallowing his glass. He began sweating, wiping it off and trying to pretend the alcohol wasn't hitting him quite yet. Levi held eye contact with him as he lifted the jug and chugged what was left of the liquor. "Oh my god" Connie gaped as Levi finished it with a loud sigh. "Game set!" Hange announced with a wild laugh. Levi rolled his eyes and looked down at Brian. "Now get out of my fucking department" he ordered him. Brian clumsily scrambled to his feet, gathering his stuff and stumbling out the door. Everyone began cheering and hugging each other. Levi closed his eyes, holding the bridge of his nose. "Everyone be quiet! Clean this place up and someone get me a cup of coffee" he shouted. Everyone was instantly quiet, shuffling around to fix the adjustments Brian had made them make in Levi's absence. Historia brought Levi a cup of coffee and he went back to his office with Erwin and Hange. Peace was restored in the Trost Parks Department and no one ever heard of Brian ever again.
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CHAPTER 27: She’s Trying to Make a Devil Out of Me
Shizuka emerges from her blanket of darkness, waking with a jolt. The first thing she sees is Moya staring down at her, a worried expression melting into relief. “Moya?” she mutters, looking around.
She is lying on a narrow bed in an enclosed space with white walls. Equipment of various purposes line the walls. It takes her a moment to remember first what an ambulance is, and another to realize she’s in one.
“Hey, Shizuka,” Moya groans, falling painfully into the seat next to the gurney, rubbing her side. Her right arm is in a sling, and she is covered all over in hastily applied bandages.
“... Ph-Phantasma, where--!? Where is she--?!”
She sits up to receive a flash of red and blue light in her face. From beyond the doors at the back of the ambulance, she can see the exterior of the gym. Gathered in front of the entrance is another ambulance, a police squad car and an imposing steel paddywagon, LAPD emblazoned on its side.
And there, despite towering over the officers, Phantasma appears incredibly small. Her head hung low, her ankles and wrists cuffed together. Her mask is gone, and the face that hid beneath is that of a middle aged woman, lined and framed by a surprising amount of dark flowing hair, streaked with grey.
“Whu--?
“You can relax. She’s done. I don’t know how you pulled it off, but you saved us…” Moya says, calming her. Shizuka sinks into the bed, her head suddenly light as air. She barely hears her friend speaking. “You kicked the fight right out of her. They say a fight’s only done when one opponent’s lost the will to win, and I never thought I’d see that happen to Phantasma. She lost everything… even this.” Moya raises her still-functioning left hand, and in it is a silver disc.
Shizuka peers at it, taking a moment to register its shape and form. Squinting, she sees the vague outline of a humanoid figure reflected in the silver material. But it is not her reflection, nor anyone else’s.
The figure moves slightly, as if alive within the reflection. In that instant she recognizes what it is, despite never seeing one before, and snatches it from Moya’s hand. She stares. “Where did this come from!?”
“... Phantasma’s head,” Moya says, puzzled, “Like I said, you knocked it right out of her. Her Stand ability’s in this thing, apparently. ABRAXAS is gone for good now.”
“Then this really is…! Do you know what this is!?”
“Do I know what…?” she paused, then taps her forehead with her finger, “Sure I know. I’ve got one too.”
“What!!? But where did…! How?” She springs up, sitting straight on the stretcher, clutching the disc.
“Whoa, easy. You’re still injured…!”
“Moya, you have to tell me! It’s important!”
“... Brother Dust. He gives these to everyone he deems worthy. I don’t know where he found them, but they’ve been the key to his power since the beginning… I assumed you got your Stand the same way, just from a different source. Your family, I’m guessing…?”
She shakes her head. “I was born with my abilities, I’ve never even seen one of these discs in person before. But my nephew told me about them. There was a man, years ago, who used these to give people power and sent them to kill the Joestars. But he’s dead! He’s been dead for almost six years now… Where did he get these?” she says, looking up at her friend. Moya has no answer other than a scowl directed at Phantasma.
A paramedic appears and hops in the back of the ambulance. Before he can say anything, Moya steps out, taking the disc away from Shizuka as she goes. “Moya…?” she says, but gets no answer. The ambulance doors shut and the vehicle drives off, blaring its siren.
Moya, her body damaged all over, limps with purpose towards the squad cars. The officers are pushing Phantasma into the paddy-wagon. “Wait!” Moya calls, and the officers turn.
“You’re injured, Detective,” says one of the officers, raising a hand, “Let us take care--”
“Shut up! You… What is this? Where did you get it from? Where’s Dust keeping them!?” she demands, shoving the disc in Phantasma’s face. The masked woman says nothing. “Nothing to say? What’s the matter? You had so much to say before! Where are your grand fucking declarations now!?”
Receiving no answer, Moya presses harder. She steps closer and gets into her face, which remains impassive. Humbled, but still with a hint of dignity. “What was it all for? What the fuck did you do it for!?” Moya shouts, before the ache in her body catches up with her and she sways on her feet.
“Easy, Pezzente!” calls the officer. “You know the procedure! We’ll get her back to the station, then we can start asking questions! You’ve done your part for the day, Detective. Let us do ours.” Moya steadies herself, still waiting on an answer from her former mentor.
“...For you,” Phantasma says softly. Moya freezes in place and grits her teeth. Almost doubled over, she does not turn around as the luchadora is stuffed into the back of the paddy-wagon. The paramedics pull Moya back to the ambulance, as the wagon rumbles to life, and drives away.
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Her story was not a special one, she had grown up poor in Tijuana, worshiping luchadores on an old television set with bunny ear antennae, dreaming of standing among them. She was simply one of the few who achieved that dream.
Phantasma stares at the wall of the paddywagon. Her escorts are divided from her by a thick metal grate. She makes no attempt to speak to them, and they do not address her.
The masks drew her in, originally. Luchadores hid their faces, their true names. In doing so, they became more than simple athletes. To her, the mask was a talisman, crafted from transcendent material. Like the shamans of ancient times, in wearing the visages of the gods, became those gods, made flesh and blood. Gateways, through which she could abandon weakness. Abandon humanity.
But it was false. The masks she wore were polyester and spandex things. The matches were little more than games, entertainment for children. She was not a clown. She was extraordinary, forced to dally with the ordinary. She would not be held back by weaklings. And so she was not.
In her first title match, she hit her opponent just a bit too hard. A single palm shot to the chest. The challenger coughed, then sputtered. She kicked her legs and choked. And then she died. It mattered little. There was a place for her among the cartel, and before long, that place was at the very top. Mexico City became too small, so she extended her hand north, to San Diego, San José, and Los Angeles.
But Brother Dust, at last, shattered her illusion. She was no superhuman, no demigod. Just a foolish woman in a mask. There was power in the world beyond her comprehension. But he promised. By his hand, she would be granted that power. She would finally achieve that which she had pretended to have for so long.
Phantasma feels her face. Her flesh and bone, her human face. The one she had tried to escape from, but never had. It had been lurking underneath the entire time. She cannot remember what it looks like.
“Hey, Burnley, what's the matter?” Says the cop in the driver’s seat, breaking Phantasma from her trance. She can hear them from behind the partition. The cop glances away from the road to pat his partner on the shoulder.
“I don’t know,” Burnley groans, hunched over, clutching his guts, “I just got this cramp out of nowhere.”
“Nnh, now that you mention it, my head kinda hurts all of a sudden,” the driver rubs his temple, squinting at the road, “Ah, shit, it’s bad…! I don’t think I can drive like this. You think you can take over?”
“No way, man! Feels like my guts are tearing themselves up! God damn you, Rick, I told you we should’ve gone to Taco Bell, but you just had to try the local cuisine, didn’t you!? Oughh, Jesus, it hurts…”
Burnley leans forward, pressing his forehead on the dashboard and groans. A gurgling noise comes from his gut, so loud Phantasma can hear from. The cop starts belching. She grimaces, and turns to the wall again. She turns back sharply at the sound of Burnley belching, followed by a loud splattering.
The dash in front of Officer Burnley is soiled by a frightening quantity of blood and chunks of flesh. All of it vomited by the officer, who stares at it with dumbfounded horror. His partner, Rick, shouts at him.
“Burnley!? Burnley, what was that!? What happened?!!” The driver cries, his face similarly covered in blood, flowing from every orifice on his head. His eyes are all white and flecked with red. “I can’t see! Burnley, what’s happening?! I can’t fucking see anything!”
She listens hard, trying to discern what is happening, when a trickle of blood pours from her nostril. She dabs at it with her fingers and stares at the blood, only then noticing her hand shaking. “What? What is this?”
It is not just her hand. Everything loose in the paddy-wagon is shaking violently, as if caught in an earthquake. Burnley succumbs first, his whole body convulsing as though he was possessed. Then the driver succumbs, shaking so hard he can't even speak, let alone drive.
The wagon swerves off the road, the driver's foot stuck on the accelerator, Phantasma notices only now the convulsions in her body. Like her insides have acquired minds of their own, she feels her insides writhe, her blood vessels bursting.
As the paddy-wagon picks up speed, she slides to the back and kicks at the bolted door, again and again. For all her titanic strength, the door does not give. Dull pangs of pain run up her leg.
“No!! NO!!!” she shouts, kicking desperately, “I CANNOT DIE THIS WAY!!!”
The paddy-wagon mounts the curb and swerves, flying off balance and flipping in the air. The pedestrians have barely enough time to duck before it crash-lands upside down, halfway through the window of a fashion store.
Yet the wagon remains suffers no damage, inside or out. It remains intact, even as its occupants continue to convulse. Lying on her back, Phantasma's eyes roll into the back of her head as even her brain shakes itself into mush. This is the way she dies.
#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#achtung attitude#moya pezzente#phantasma juarez#ch27
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Here’s my story for the Ripper Street writing challenge ... I had much fun writing this nonsense. I hope you will have a bit fun reading it. Enjoy!
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The fateful destiny came over Inspector Edmund Reid at the evening of an romantic rendezvous when he decidedly incorrect uncorked a shameless expensive bottle of a Champagne.
After the Champanger cork had finally freed itself from the bottle under high pressure, escorted by an ear-splitting plop, a wave of foaming and out welling liquid, the cork made its way through the room at immense speed. It bumped into the ceiling, moved further towards the toilet furniture, hit the mirror there - which slightly cracked - and which distracted it to the porcelain bust of William Shakespeare on the wardrobe.
It had been standing there for years, dusting in dignity. Now hitted by the cork, the bust swayed back and forth for a while, and then it finally decided to fall down - on the head of Inspector Edmund Reid who happened to be standing underneath and of course didn't see the misery coming.
Edmund Reid's skull resisted Shakespare, but nevertheless the heavy author managed to rob the Inspector of his mind for some time.
Reid was immediately taken to the Obsidian Clinic, where he has been under strict medical supervision and observation ever since.
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A week had passed since the incident at the Alexandria Theatre, but the Inspector's convalescence made just cumbersome progress. Certainly, he was approachable and could serve most of his limbs again according to their natural purpose, but his mental state simply did not and did not want to improve. They had breathed a sigh of relief when Edmund Reid opened his eyes again and babbled the first fragments of words to himself, even more so when he was once again able to form the confused gibberish into understandable words.
Unfortunately, their selection and arrangement in the sentence structure were of mystical or philosophical nature instead of clarity, so that his immediate environment - especially the nursing staff, who were blessed with rather average intelligence - usually did not interpret Reid's needs in accordance with his concerns.
If he was hungry, he demanded something edible with the sentence: "The cannibal can't live of a salad leaf".
If he was in pain, Reid's mind transcribed this into the phrase: „The testicles of Hercules are fighting with a teething snail.“
But the inspector's description of the need to ease his bladder was particularly fatal, however, and for reasons of respect this should not be repeated here.
The situation was serious!
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In this situation, what elso can you do but wait and see, hope for the best, assist and support the tormented friend to the best of one's ability?
That’s what Drake and Jackson did. They visited Reid every day, held his hand and tried to guide his brain back to a normal level.
Such a visit was always exhausting that they needed a big drink afterwards. So after the visit, they went into 'The Bear' pub to discuss Reid's progress and to figure out what else they could do.
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Drake put the full glass of whisky on his lips and emptied it in one go. In that brief moment he forgot his sick friend, who looked at him with big, confused eyes and kept urging him: "Bennet, beware! Beware of the headless chicken! Headless chickens are dangerous!“
"What did he mean by that?“, Drake thought, not realizing he said it out loud.
„Rose“, answered Jackson.
Drake looked at him confused. "What makes you think that?"
The Captain explained: "Well, you'll admit Rose already has a lot of chicken and ... Who knows what she's capable of. It might be dangerous for you."
Under normal circumstances Jackson would have caught at least one whistle after this insult, but Drake was too tired for that. Instead he protested calmly, but emphatically: "A mad man fantasizes.”
Jackson shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? After all, he calls my wife a broom!"
Drake laughed. "Yes! He did", he said. „A nice expression and very fitting. I mean Susan is skinny like a stick and - that I must confess too - she has beautiful hair … and a broom is the place where witches sit on most of the time. So ...“
He filled the empty glasses with whiskey again and said to Jackson: “What is the saying so beautifully: Children and fools tell the truth!“
"Yeah!", murmured the American, "but that doesn't bring us further in this matter." He took the glass, frowned: "What we need is some kind of ..." He shook his head. "I don't know." He took a sip. "Maybe a shock is working ..."
Drake agreed, but neither he nor the Captain had any idea what kind of shock the right treatment was for the currently unusable Inspector.
They had already discarded some ideas when they suddenly noticed an unspeakable stench that became stronger and stronger. Obviously one of these degenerate creatures, an ejection of the gutter, approached the two. Someone too poor, too stupid or too dull to occasionally use water and a piece of soap.
But they were wrong. It was Frank Thatcher!
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„Christ, Thatcher! You stink like the cunt of the devil's grandmother! Stay away.“
„Keep calm, Benito! I’m sure the lad has a good reason to be the direct competitor of a skunk.“ He waved Thatcher towards him and meant for him to join them for a drink.
The junior Sergeant, obviously a little embarrassed, said after his first glass. „It’s awful, I know, but I have no other choice.“
„There’s always a choice“, said the Captain and put his arm around him. „Tell ol‘ uncle Jackson …“
Thatcher hesitated before he finally came out.
„I inherited my godmother's lucky knickers“, he said seriously, „and I must wear them for a month.“
A moment of silence. The exchange of disbelieving looks. Then, a roar of laughter.
„What?“
„It is true!“ Thatcher started to explain. „My godmother was a soul of woman and a genius at horse betting. Her speciality was betting on outsiders. I don't know how she did it ... In any case, every horse she betted on won, even if it was the worst nag. I wasn't allowed to, but she shit on it and still took me to the racetrack. She bought me lots of sweets which I enjoyed while she placed her bets. Then we watched the race together. We had such a good time together. “
The lovely momory of his deceased relative made Thatcher smile. For a moment he was the little boy again, cheering on some horse at the hand of his godmother. The feeling, the colours, the smells of that time - everything was there again.
"Anyway," Thatcher finally went on, "she wore the same knickers every time she went to the racetrack. If she didn't, she didn't win either. Over time, she also found that washing the underpants had a negative effect on winning too. Obviously, the luck in horse betting actually seemed to get stuck in those underpants.“
"I'm sure there sticks more on it than just luck," says Drake, turning up his nose.
Jackson grinned. „So you want to get into the betting business with that highly flavored dirty rag around your ass?“
Thatcher rolled his eyes. „Of course, not“, he said. „I'm the only heir to my godmother. That means I get everything. But only - and this is the condition - if I wear her lucky knickers for a month.“
„Understand“, said Jackson. „Regarding to her success in betting you expect a fortune ... Well, it's worth to stink like a rotten fish.“
Drake shook his head. „Thatcher, I didn't expect you to be such a greedy bastard. Furthermore, you risk your health and the mental condition of your surrounding. Puh ... Sitting next to you is the death of every decent thought.“
„That’s it“, cried Jackson suddenly.
Drake and Thatcher didn’t understand immediately, so the Captain explained: „We let Reid sniff Tatcher‘s butt.“
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It was a cruel idea. But hopeless situations call for extreme solutions.
After a few more drinks designed to desensitize Drake and Jackson's sense of smell, the trio set off for the Orbsidian Clinic. Reid's treatment should not wait any longer.
With extreme caution and discretion - which was a stroke of genius in light of Thatcher's annoying condition - the three managed to get to the Inspector's bedside.
Reid was sleeping.
They placed Frank Thatcher close to the patient‘s head and waited.
Reid breathed, sniffed, wrinkled his nose a few times before he grimaced his face in pain. Then he opened his eyes. He looked around first and fokussed Thatcher.
„Sergeant, you stink“, he said with sharp voice in very clear and - more of all - in understandable words. „Go, wash yourself and change your underpants!“
The plan had worked. Inspector Edmund Reid was back. Drake and Jackson burst out in cheers.
Even Thatcher was pleased, although he had to hear from his boss still some instructions regarding cleanliness and the role model effect of police officers.
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Whether it was really Sergeant Thatcher's inherited knickers or something else that brought Inspector Edmund Reid's brain back to its usual routine can not be said today. However, it is well documented that after this strange incident everything was back to normal.
The only question remaining is whether Thatcher's month of suffering as an outcast of society has paid off.
In a certain way ... After the demanded time, the solicitor of Thatcher's godmother gave him a box which contained all of her belongings: A bible, a porcelain dog with wobbling head and a letter addressed to her beloved Frankie boy. It said:
My dear little Frankie bunny,
now you have learned that the change of underwear is very important for human beings. You don't need money, just enough fresh underwear. That's why I gave all my money to Mr Saunders in Robson Street. He's an amazing tailor and will provide you with customised fashionable knickers for the rest of your life.
In love your Auntie
#ripper street#ripperstreet#ripperstreetfanfic#ripper street fanfic#rswritingclub#rswritersclub#edmund reid#edmundreid#bennet drake#bennetdrake#captain jackson#captainjackson#frankthatcher#frank thatcher
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A Drawing To Many pt 1
So this was a plot bunny that originated from a joke I made about @warrior-kitty but then we came up with this full fledged story.
So I hope you like this!
Warrior Kitty was just finishing her drawing she was making just as though it was another normal day. She was a good artist, always drawing animals and Pokémon for fun. She decided to post her latest PMD comic involving Dusk and Arlo. Even though she didn’t know it yet, but she was to be struck with a ridiculous yet terrible infliction that none of her characters could’ve predicted.
The fox posted it and noticed that she had 666 pieces of art on her profile.
“Ha…” she chuckled. “The devil’s number. That’s pretty fun- “
Suddenly she started to tremble and shake as a red cloud came out of the computer and into her body. She heard and evil laughter enter into her as though it was mocking her, and it was taking control of her body. She then felt her head shake as the fox grew two horns on the side of her head. While she was feeling that, she ran to a mirror and noticed her fangs were getting larger and were pointed almost like tusks. As she winced in pain a red aura surrounded her, her eyes began to turn fiery red until they were full on red.
“Oh my gosh!” she cried as she saw this. “My voice is getting…deeper…” as she noticed she sounded like a bass in a choir.
“Well, It can’t get any worse…”
She ate those words when the pain moved between her legs. It felt funny so when she looked down Kitty realized that she was now a he.
“What?!” Kitty screamed as he saw it. “I knew something like this would happen eventually, but why am I a guy?!”
“Why are we a guy?” his old voice taunted him in his mind…”We are DemKitty now. I was told next artist to hit your special little number…”
“Mine?! What do you mean mine?”
“I am you.”
“No I’m not!”
And with that DemKitty’s head began to shake as the demon and the artist fought with each other inside his head. The seizure went on until the monstrous fox fell.
When he came to, he realized he had two different memories, one of art and imagination and the other craving the souls of sinners to pay off his student loans. However, this felt unfamiliar…
“its time to see what I can feed on…”
And with that DemKitty left the room to feast…
“Hey Rio?” the rabbit texted the mouse.
“Yes Ninja?” she responded.
“Have you noticed that Kitty is at 666 deviations?”
“oh yea…probably not a good thing…”
The rabbit had an uneasy feeling in his chest because he felt as though something was wrong. It’s just a number, right? His weariness was justified when Kitty’s mother called the two of them in a panic.
“Mrs. Kitty?” Rio said. “What’s wrong?”
“You need to listen to me!” the vixen said with great terror. “Something is wrong with your friend, my daughter…”
Mrs. Kitty was in the hallway staring down the monster that was once her daughter with horror as he trapped her in the hallway.
“A soul…” DemKitty said with a large grin on his face. “This will pay for my student loans from Hades University.” However, when he tried to suck out the soul of the vixen, he fell on the ground as though he was fighting his mind. Mrs. Kitty watched as a phlegmatic and shy temperament took over the monstrous fox.
“Mom.” DemKitty croaked as he got up. “You have to help me…”
“Kitty!” her mother cried. “What happened to you?!”
“A cloud of red dust shot out of my computer and made me this…Now I have horns, am a guy and switch between evil and shy…”
“And you sound like Brer Frog.” his mother joked.
“Nobody knows the trouble I see…”
They both had a laugh until…
“How dare you laugh at me mortal!” DemKitty yelled, scaring Mrs. Kitty.
“The shy girl may be fighting for control, but I won’t let her take over! If I can’t take your soul…”
He suddenly grew bat wings and flew out the window, but the voice of Kitty cried for help as DemKitty flew away…
“Now” the imp tod thought in his mind. “Let’s take a little trip across the pond, shall we? I hear the souls of British mice are tasty…no they’re not!”
“…and that’s why I called you two!” Mrs. Kitty yelped. “He can’t take Ninja’s soul, but he can kill him. Rio you are in great danger!”
Ninja was scared and quickly hung up, attempting to make his way to Britain before DemKitty could.
“So, your telling me…” Rio said, with a confused look “That Kitty got possessed and transformed into a male fox with red eyes and horns? That’s just- “
And the glass window broke behind her, with and evil deep voice to go along with it…
“Oh Jerry…” the creature said with malice. “Tom is here…”
“Exactly what happened…”
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DIANA ARCHIBALD [ VIRGINIA GARDENER ] is a JUNIOR at Broadripple Academy. She is SEVENTEEN years old, from BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS and has been at Broadripple Academy for HALF A year.
hiya all ! i’m meredith, i’m 18 and i never learned how to fucking read i’m super excited to be here ! feel free to slide into my ims if you want to plot at all, i’m down for whatever and am super excited to get to plotting with you all, and i hope you love/hate my new baby, diana just as much as i do. i’ve included some stuff about her under the cut, as well as some plot ideas i’d like to see. y’all can also message me on discord if you want for easier plotting, i’m meredith#3445
okay, her bio is all the way at the end of this just in case it’s posted on the main by the time i post this and i don’t wanna make anyone suffer through it. if you haven’t seen it, just scroll on down and it should be there for you to learn all about my girl. now for wanted plots/plot ideas ( i’m like, zero percent limited to any of these )
BLACKMAIL OR SYMPATHY? THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER basically, this plot is someone knowing that diana is a big fat faker. maybe they went to middle school with her, or one of her many different personalities in high school before they both ended up at broadripple. with all the times she’s moved, as long as it was in state ... it might very well be a possibility she knows one person. maybe they read her diary, she keeps it under her mattress. maybe they just caught her mouthing the words to a billboard top 100 song and her cover is blown. who knows! we can sort all that out. this person can either hold this over diana’s head, or they’ll feel bad for her and attempt to show her the ropes of everything and keep her secret on the dl. the first is more fun for me, the second is more fun for diana. your pick.
YOU’VE_GOT_A_FRIEND_IN_ME.mp3 someone that sees through that pretentious candy shell to the mediocre chocolate that’s beneath. i imagine most people have a low tolerance for when diana gets into one of her real cinema is dead, i was born in the wrong generation moods, but this is the person that sticks by her, reminds her she’s being obnoxious, and she can still listen to the smiths in 2019, no one is stopping her. did they meet in english class, sharing an illicit cigarette, bonding over how diana is always getting a coffee? it’s all up to you, but partners in not really crime is something i’d love to see for her. she gets lonely, y’all.
RIVALS TO ENEMIES TO RIVALS (100k, F/?) i’m running out of creativity for these plot ideas, okay? anyone who dare insinuate (or outright say) diana is wrong about, ahem, anything, or has poor taste or whatever is bound to be at the receiving end of her wrath. and by wrath, i mean glares across the hallway and the angry writings in her journal. don’t call it a diary, even though it really is, she’ll get mad. if this person wants to share passive aggressive quips and feuds, then ooh boy, is diana the enemy for them. this can be someone who’s uninhibited by her desperation for the cool factor and is just themselves, or someone who thinks she isn’t cool enough. either one will make her skin crawl.
FILM PROTEGE / HER YOUNG PADAWAN they don’t even necessarily have to be into the same shit she is, or film at all, though they could want her to teach them about shitty foreign films and 80s sadgirl music. if she sees anyone shy or meek or just not with big enough of a personality, she’ll ceaselessly volunteer to show them to the world of not knowing how to shut their damn mouth. god knows that’s the world she’s living in. while she isn’t necessarily a rebel (she always recycles and does her homework), she does partake in habits such as [ gasp ] swearing and the devil’s lettuce. whether this person is shy or just extraordinary strait-laced .... let diana ( holes voice ) fix that
okay, now her bio is below this line. enjoy !
Though Diana Archibald is indisputably a firecracker, to say she came into the world with a bang would be a bold faced lie. She was born to the archetypical white picket fence, upper middle class family. She donned pink onesies and cooed alongside family pet golden retriever, a friendly, brown-eyed creature named Max — Diana would vomit at how the stereotypes seemed to stack so neatly. Tragedy and betrayal, however, can taint even the most normal of lives, and with her mother’s cancer diagnoses, her father was out the door before she could toddle. Hindered by the cost of medical bills, Elizabeth Archibald, Diana’s partial namesake, withered away into nothing. With her father unable to be located for child support or to take her in, who was once a perfect, porcelain blonde baby doll became red faced and tearful toddler — a ward of the state, sent on the pipeline from foster home to foster home.
Diana was raised on half rewound VHS tapes and scratchy, skipping DVDs that she was shoved in front of to keep her docile and occupied. Her obsession with stories didn’t stop there, as she stumbling through the minimal words in picture books turned into devouring novels with a wind up flashlight under the thick covers of her bunk bed. She saw herself in the pages of protagonists burned by tragic backstories, of boys and girls who rose from the ashes and became strong and willful and exactly who she wanted to be. She wanted nothing more than to satiate the hunger she felt to be like them: to be something. And so, the lies began: carefully crafted, always a new story wherever she went.
The first half of freshman year, she was a bubbly cheerleader in a tiny town on the Connecticut border, where she reeked of bubblegum and painted her nails bright pink in class, doodling the names of the cutest boys in school amongst her math notes. Second half, she was a band geek in Cambridge, with grades imbalanced to direct her towards the arts as she nervously learned to play the clarinet, swapping spit under the bleachers with pimple faced boys who played the drums and frizzy-braided girls in the brass section. The first half of sophomore year she lived in the suburbs of Boston, where she had heavy black eyeliner and a permanent scowl on her face, she recited poetry and wrote her own, deep and dark. She got a stick and poke on her ankle in her best friend’s garage, and shoplifted religiously. Once January hit and she was somewhere else, demanding she was referred to only by her last name. She wore flannel and beanies and refused to speak in class, passing a joint back and forth around in the basement of a senior who looked at her with leering eyes. The first half of her junior year, she was the perfect church girl, her hair always in neat braids and a smile on lightly glossed lips as she perfectly enunciated hymns and messages of peace be with you. A golden cross hung loosely around her neck, and she meticulously frosted cupcakes for the school bake sale and highlighted passages in her bible.
That’s how she supposes, she ended up at Broadripple. After she was shoved out of that town, that school, that family, her newfound love of religion was deemed of enough importance: Diana was a lovely candidate for the philanthropy of Broadripple Academy, and they would be so happy to have her attend. She was used to moving, but not into buildings with ivy covered walls and pleated skirts being added to her wardrobe. The sudden, abrupt change unlike any other had left her floundering for a new personality to latch onto, a new story to spin: until she came up with the best one yet. The perfect story was a story maker, pathological liar turned into filmmaker. Polaroid camera is always tucked into her backpack, and phone is always ready to film. She’s no longer a participant: she’s an observer. Her father was an important producer in Hollywood, she told everyone in her science class. Her mother was a retired soap opera star, but she was just as beautiful as she was in her haydey. No one cared enough to Google, and ambiguities and carefully placed anecdotes were her specialties — it worked. Now, she was the creative, wide eyed and quiet, journaling late into the night and always with a cup of coffee in hand, contraband cigarettes kept in her bottom dresser drawer. She reads classic literature and insists music sounds better on vinyl, carefully critiquing the film taste of her peers.
No matter how carefully crafted, aren’t all ruses bound to end?
and her personality section !
She’s black coffee and vinyl records, she’s the crunch of fall leaves under your shoes and absent sharpie doodles up and down your arm. She’s ballpoint pens and perfume that smells like vanilla, she’s the big glasses perched on her nose that she doesn’t really need, she’s cheeks carefully dusted with blush to make her look kissed by winter air. She’s cinnamon bubblegum and sitting cross legged in the grass, snapping photos of bunnies as they trot between trees.
DISHONEST: There’s an itch that can’t be scratched away, and it’s to tell another lie. One more won’t hurt. She tells herself, in fact, it might just help. She’s lived in Beverly Hills and Brooklyn, she tells them, twirling her hair nervously around her finger. She’s never even left the state.
ASTUTE: There’s no denying Diana is smart. One has to be, to stop themselves from getting tangled in a web of dishonesty. Math and science aren’t specialties of hers, but they still come easily, and her natural flair for artistry and the dramatics has made her an excellent writer and creative student. Good grades are easily achieved, and Diana easily takes notice of things other people try to hide.
SELF-IMPORTANT: Diana does everything better, she’s sure of it. After all, she’s had to put in the research into how exactly to do things right. This new personality of hers only amplifies the airs of betterness she seems to put on — though there’s no cracks shown in confidence, it certainly is a facade.
GREGARIOUS: Even in her quite states, it’s always been easy for Diana to make friends. She’s naturally empathetic, and has no issue molding herself to suit what the conversation needs. She’ll donate to charity or talk shit behind your back — whatever the conversation calls for. She’s a social butterfly that can never seem to settle on a hive, and that leaves most of her relationships at surface level.
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The Grand Legend of Alex Eywrm
My Mentor is a Omnipotent Powerful Dragon... And also a Pothead.
Eterna seoule Eterna vulvis Fatus
May my Fate be as eternal as my soul and my love
I froze, chills went down my spine, a frozen breath found its way onto the nape of my neck. I couldn't move, couldn't blink, couldn't breath.
"H u m a n . . . T u r n a r o u n d a n d F a c e m e. . . "
I slowly turned around, eyes open wide in fear. A pair of eyes catch my gaze, round lapis lazulis with slits in the middle, a cloudy mist fills the air as this hidden atrocity lights a blunt, takes a puff, and breaths mist into my face. I immediately start coughing badly, the smoke having a menthol-like effect, a frozen feeling straight down my throat. God its feels like a cough drop just got shoved down my throat.
“N o t u s e d t o i t , I s u p o s e . . . ”
Still coughing from the cough drop second hand smoke, i look at this...thing with watery eyes and ask something quite stupid.
“w-what the hell are you?”
Let me explain why this was stupid. What this thing is, is a mother loving, omnipotent Grand Elder Dragon, straight outta the underworld. How do I know this? Eyes the color of unnatural ice, the stupid elongated tone of voice, the cough drop second hand smoke, which by the way is created by a cigar made from the menthollyptus plant, a bit of sliver dust, a bit of crushed Golden Shabaath, and the ashes of the Eboreal Ash, . And how do i know it's this specific combination of plants and metal dust? Because the burn in my throat and the dizziness of my eyes feels the same way as when i have to go to my pothead boss whose name I will not mention, who also is a dragon(a lesser dragon i believe). Not a stupidly powerful dragon as this one in front of me-
“W i l l Y o u N o t A d r e s s M e B y M y
T i t l e ? ”
… did this dragon just read my-
“ y e s . . . i d i d . ”
… this mother lovin dragon. His Name is Sytar, the Province of all that is Time. This is a Timelord, someone who could manipulate time at will, and is able to go back into the past and future at will. However, only those who can set in motion the future are Prophets, those who divine prophecies among Heroes.
“H e r o e s-
“Can you just shut up with that stupid tone?”
“...and why should I, Mere mortal?”
“uhh...Because you came here to tell me something?”
“... that is true. Ahem. Allow me to propose some…Exposition.”
...what?
“What the genuine fuck are you talking about?” I ask in an actual concerned voice.
“...i'm just gonna give some exposition. Explain about heros.. Y'know, basic hero talk.”
“...why though? I already know about heroes and their grand and glorious exploits. I don’t need the exposition Sytar.”
“ its for the audience, idiot.”
“The what? What audience?” I look around for any signs of fades or missing bits of my apartment. Usually, grand dragons want to play around and recreate the rooms of their victims through illusionary magic. Also, they set up wireless connections and broadcast their mischief to major television channels. It's also one of Mia’s favorite shows, called The Fool’s Cage with NICK JOOOONES! Or something like that. I don’t watch much television. Just the forecast. Hopefully this isn’t that show.
“I’m not doing that Alex. Im too sophisicated for that dumb soap oprea. Also, who’s Mia?”
“None of your fucking business.”
“Chill dude. I'm not gonna hurt her-”
“Just shut up.” I rub my head and sit down. This is just stupid. Why is this dragon in my room, why can’t I just sleep, and why is there still some delicious musty tea on my mug. Although it's cold now, so its just now mediocre musty tea. Taking a sip of my mediocre musty tea, I ponder the reasons of this dragon being in my already cramped room.
“If you would stop explaining stuff, i would tell you why.”
“Can you shut up?”
“Can you explain why you're being so rude mortal?” This thirteen foot monster with a sixteen foot tail, scales as pale as moonstones, with just a tinge of blue, and nails...or should I say claws, as black as coal, all wrapped up in a bathrobe lined with alpaca fur, and flip flops with small bunny ears...Mia would like these… and a long, girthy, absolutely unnecessary cigar, lit with a teal flame. Wow.. You must really have some worn out lungs huh Sytar?
“ as a matter of fact, my lungs are perfectly fine, thank you very much.” Just as the omnipotent dragon starts coughing like a 40 year old smoker. Don’t Smoke kiddos.
“...anyway, as I was saying… Heroes are given a Prophecy by a Prophet to fulfill, as it is their purpose as a sworn and pledged Hero, and by receiving this blessing, they are given eternal life. That is, they stop aging at a certain age, and can choose how old they look...occasionally. Most heroes either look 20 or 30 years old. It is uncertain. However, a Hero can be slain, and its soul shall remain here. Until it has completed its prophecy, or has it’s soul devoured by a Devil, Or it is destroyed by some other manner, a Hero cannot rest. A Hero can only wait for its opportunity to arrive, or live out its days in misery...such is the tragedy of a hero..” The dragon wipes a petty tear of his cheeks with such unnecessary flair. I wasn’t paying attention though. While this high-of-his-rockers dragon blabbered on about what i already knew about Heros(they teach you this in middle school history, along with the history of this nation’s government, The Federal Foundation of Terrana) I texted Mia. I asked whether or not she wanted hotdogs or ramen hotpot with some delicious musty tea. She wanted the hotdogs and some actual tea. But I reminded her that delicious musty tea was actual tea. Then she sent me a gif with a Gonodorf wizard rolling its eyes and some text on top saying ‘when your roommate is a dad-joke loving dork but you be wanting some actual food’. Kids these days with their memes and what not. Though...Mia isn’t actually a child, she’s old enough to drive around the pier and order her favorite milk tea with boba. Although, she still wakes up early to watch her morning ‘anime’ instead of doing her online college work, and still asks for some SourPatch Dwarves, and still cuddles up to me when she has nightmares...Anyway, she then tells me that she’s bringing one of her friends back home, and she’ll come home in about 20 minutes. Shit! I face the high-as-a-skyscraper dragon and tell him to…
“Leave. Now.”
The dragon, whom took another puff of his cigar, which was now half the length before he arrived, responded in a rather concerning manner…
“Can I at least say that your a hero and explain that…” he takes a moment to recollect his thoughts… “to the audience?”
“N-no!” I manage to say before I start coughing again, accidentally breathing in the cough drop second hand smoke.
“Dude ...it's not that bad….” He really was lost now, gone beyond all hope.
“Look, Wannabe Sytar, Two people live in this household and one of them is not used to the smell of smoke at all, and you won’t shut up about all this hero nonsense, and look-” and another coughing fit ensued from all the cough drop second hand smoke. “J-just go. Come back when your not a bloody stoner” for fucks sakes...Alex rushes around the apartment, opening every window they had. The dragon chuckled and recited a familiar phrase.
“There are Three curses a hero must avoid, lest they shall lose their lives. A Hero must always beware of a Dragon’s Wrath, A Madman’s Oath, and a False God’s Promise. You do know this, don’t you Alex?”
“Y-yes i know” said Alex with a sore throat. The second hand smoke was getting to him pretty badly. “Why bother telling me this?” the dragon sighed and went for another puff of his blunt, decided against it, and place it away in a pocket dimension.
“Alex...i am a tempermental dragon, cursed with Devil’s Scawl. I cannot prevent a berserk state this late into my life. The scawl is as painful as a parasitic cancer can be. Therefore, I use medicinal herbs to ease my pain away. It just so happens to be in the form of a cigar. I know of the conditions in this household, and I’ll try not to overstay this welcome.”
The air froze, particles of dust and smoke slowed to a stop, creating an interstellar, ethereal effect. It suddenly got a lot...colder...what the…
“Alex. there is something I must tell you. We do not have much time…”
“... i'm listening.” I grab the chair to my desk and sit down, wondering at what will the dragon say.
“Alex Ewyrm, You are a Hero who has not taken the Pledge. You will be entangled in the strings of Fate, You will be enwrapped in a story much, Much more grand than you could ever imagine. You will lose, You will gain, and your actions as a Hero shall decide the Destiny of the whole Universe. Alex Ewyrm, Son of Eris and Terrice Ewyrm, and grandchild to a knight of the 13th Order to Maxwell’s Commandment Squadron, Warus Garne Ewyrm, Known as the Hero who drew the cursed blade-
“Exodus. . .”Alex sat there in shock… So this dragon was legitimate. No other dragon could have found out either his parent’s name, or the commandment in which his grandfather served. There was also the fact that Sytar knew about his inheritance, what was passed down, generation to generation.
“Yes. Exodus… the cursed sword Exodus. You see now, that i am Sytar, Providence to all that is Time. I came here to warn you. I shall lead your way, be your guidance, and provided mentorship when you need it most. That is my Pledge I will take as Sytar, Providence to all that is Time!”
...wait. Wait wait wait hold the hot pipe up! Is he suggesting..?!
“..are you saying… you want to be my mentor..?”
“Yes! That is what I pledge and that is what I shall do with pride and dignity!”
I groan and put my weary head on my hands. Why...do i have to be with this pothead…
“H-hey, i'm a nice guy, there’s no need-”
“JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL YA?”
...then there’s silence...the smoke has long left the room. The dust has settled… on the entrance, a small but audible knock can be heard. Then, a voice.
“uhh...Alex...Are you Ok?”
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Interviews With Some Monsters
If you haven’t already read The Carnival make sure you check it out before reading this one!
I’m sitting here with William Saxon. The ring leader, so to speak, of a travelling Halloween carnival, called Halloscream. Later on, I will be interviewing a few more guests from this wonderfully scary carnival. But, let’s get into this, shall we?
Tell me, Mr. Saxon, how did this whole thing start?
Hi Debra, it’s great to be here with you. It all started when my mother and father took me to see my first circus show. It was magical, and the performers had excellent tasting blood. Now that I think about it, that was my first real hunt with my parents. Rest their soulless bodies. Anyway, as I was cleaning the excess blood off myself, I thought about how fun it would be to have my own show like that. And before I know it, I’m five hundred years old, thirty-something in human years—don’t ask, I still don’t understand how ageing works among us vampires—and I’m recruiting all the best ghouls and monsters to join my creepy carnival on wheels.
That sounds… delightful! What sort of challenges did you face when you first got yourself started? And how long has it been since the first event?
Well, it definitely wasn’t easy. I honestly didn’t think it would take off. But once I gathered some friends and told them my plans, they were on board. Then word spread and more creeps were eager to help out. We figured out everyone’s role, what we wanted to have in our shows, and we had to do some research on human carnivals. At first, we were worried about humans not enjoying it because it was too scary. We then realized we could capitalize on Halloween, and went from there. Also, time doesn’t really affect us as it would with you, so it could be twelve or twenty years since our first rodeo, we don’t know.
It seems like that really worked out for you. What kind of things do you do to entertain your guests?
Great question, Deb—can I call you Deb?
Fine by me.
So, Deb, we do all kinds of things! For starters, we scare the heaven out of our guests. We have real haunted houses—although they don’t know they’re real—different rides, and some small acts throughout the place; juggling, sword eating, bobbing for poisoned apples, you know, the usual stuff. Most of our rides run on some magic from our lovely witches, and we’re lucky to have such a great team of talented freaks. Everyone gets paid by the scream! So we work hard. But it’s not all about the earnings, it’s about the guests too, of course. We love scaring them and seeing them all have a fantastic time. It really makes all of this worth it. Pardon me, I’m getting off track. Our forms of entertainment are as human as any other carnival; except for the special effects, I don’t suppose humans can pull their own faces off. We like to keep things as “normal” as we can. But, we do have a special after party for those who seem worthy enough to enter. Which I won’t get into because it’s VIP only, and I wouldn’t want to spoil the fun for anyone listening.
Very good. I have one more question for you before we move on to our other guests: are you ever worried that young people will stop being scared of ghosts and monsters? With today’s mainstream media, they might become desensitized to all the fake horror of the world, especially when there’s so much real horror that’s hard to ignore.
First of all, what we do isn’t fake. It’s real. We are real. We just tone things down for the public, so we don’t get shut down by the feds. And secondly, I try not to think about that, because I know kids these days are becoming more entertained by horror, than scared of it. I know some kids who laugh while they’re supposed to be getting scared. It’s tough business being a monster. Although, I have faith that we—the unexplainable—will always make people frightened and uncomfortable. Compared to the day-to-day horror we see in the news, there’s no easy way to explain us; what you see on the news is what you get. With us, you never know what will happen. We are, and hopefully always will be, the enigma of horror.
Excellent! Thank you for joining me, I appreciate you being open with me.
You’re welcome, Deb. You always have been my favourite journalist. Maybe we can meet up later, and I can show you my fangs if you know what I mea—
Okay, great. Thanks again, William.
Our next guest is Vivian Wyrm. She’s been with Halloscream for quite a while, and I’ve been told she is one of the resident witches. Welcome, Ms. Wyrm, thank you for being here today.
I didn’t really have a choice, vampy over there said that if I didn’t give an interview he’d stop letting me turn kids into animals. So, here I am.
Oh, well I’m glad you came. Now, can you tell me how this experience has been from your perspective?
It’s not bad; I get my own trailer, my own food, and everyone knows that if they try messing with this old lady they’ll get turned to soup—that’s another fun thing I like to do. I just like turning people into things in general. I can also summon the dead sometimes, just depends on who answers. I don’t have a very good track record with the ladies and gents downstairs, so they tend to hang up before things even get going.
And the carnival, do you like your job there?
Of course I do. Didn’t I just say that? You uppity people… I used to be like you, you know? Glowing skin, bright eyes… look at me now! I’m a goddess. You should really look into dark magic. I can teach you a thing or two if you’d like. Though, I do already have my hands full with my fellow witchy women. I don’t know what I’d do without that bunch.
Well, I—
How long do these things usually take? I’ve got a date with the devil and I need time to freshen up before I go.
Oh, you can go if you have somewhere to be, that’s fine Ms. Wyrm.
Great! Thanks. Good luck with… whatever this is. See ya.
Okay, have a good day Vivian.
Next on our list is Bobo The Clown. Hi there Bobo, how are you doing today?
Hiya! I’m great, Miss Debra! So happy to be here!
I’m glad! So, what do you do at Halloscream?
Well, I scare the kiddies, but I also like making them laugh. I like doing tricks for them and seeing their faces when the trick is over. One time I even learned how to pull a bunny out of a hat, but it didn’t turn out so well because I didn’t know it had to be alive… but anyway, I love the kids. They’re great. I guess my job is to make sure everyone is happy, happy happy!
It really seems like you enjoy yourself there. What do you think of your fellow carney’s?
I think they’re great! Well, mostly. Some of them can be mean, but that’s okay. I know it’s hard for them to control that. One time wolfie tried to eat me, but he didn’t like the taste, he said I tasted too much like candy and battery acid. I guess those acid baths really paid off!
Oh my… do you have a favourite trick to play on your guests?
Hmm, let me think… oh yes! I really like doing this thing where I use my own intestines to create balloon animals! I learned it from a friend of mine. Everyone thinks it’s fake, like some kind of cool special effect or something. But, it’s totally real. And before you ask, it doesn’t hurt at all. I’m not really sure why though… my supernatural abilities are kind of a mystery. My friends tell me that I was in an accident when I was human, and then they found me wandering around my corpse like a lost puppy. Oh, I do love puppies. Do you love puppies?
I do. That’s an interesting story Bobo, but unfortunately, your time is up here, and I need to bring in the next guest. It was wonderful speaking to you, thank you for sharing your experience.
Aww… okay. I liked talking to you. But I guess I’ll go. I hope you have a super amazing day Miss Debra!
Thank you again, Bobo.
Now, let’s welcome one of the many ghosts on the Halloscream team, Samuel… The Spookster?
Ayuh, that’s me. You like it? You like it, don’t you? Spooksta’. Sounds good, right? The big ol’ vamp over there told us we could call ourselves whatever we wanted. I thought this was a pretty nice pick; really rolls off the tongue… although, everything rolls off the tongue these days… because like, I can’t put anything in my mouth, because I’m dead.
Right, yes, it sure is a great name. What made you want to participate in this carnival?
I dunno, I like scarin’ people I guess, and the benefits are good. It’s a cool gig. Before this thing started, I was just spookin’ people in their homes. That was cool, but it got boring after some years. In this day n’ age, people don’t get scared like they used to—too many movies out there, gets people excited to see ghosts. That’s pretty rubbish. But whatever, it’s cool, this place is nice.
So you work in the haunted houses I hear, do you do anything else besides that?
Nah, I like the haunted houses. They remind me of my old job, the home job I just mentioned, y’know. Except it’s more entertaining and there are more people to scare. I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.
I’m sure your ringleader is glad to hear that. Is this something you see yourself doing for a long time?
Well, y’know, I got all the time in the world, being dead n’ all. I would die again if it meant I could still be here and with this family, and scarin’ people for the rest of my life. I couldn’t be happier. I really am blessed to be here Debs. I can see myself doing just this until my ectoplasm turns to dust—figure of speech, of course. This slimy ol’ bod ain’t goin’ nowhere!
Really great stuff, Samuel. We are running out of time here, though. I still have a few more of your friends—
Family.
Of course, family. I still have more of your family to get through, so we’ll have to say goodbye for now.
Sure thing. Was great talking to ya.
You too, Samual.
Our next guest is Lillian Dawn, one of the resident werewolves. Nice to meet you, Miss Dawn.
Please, call me Lillian. It’s nice to meet you too. It’s great to be in the presence of another strong female.
Why thank you. Now tell me, what has all this been like for you?
It’s been… interesting. As you probably know, most werewolves are seen as male. So, sometimes it can be difficult for me. But if anyone ever steps on my tail, it’s dinner time, baby. I don’t mind cracking open a few sexist skulls here and there. Even if the vamp disapproves—he’s pretty old school. I do enjoy frightening people, though. My big trick is convincing the guests that I’m this lost and scared damsel in distress, and when they think they’re helping me, I turn into my beautiful self. It’s hilarious watching their eyes bulge and legs shake. I love it!
I didn’t know that sort of issue came up with creatures like yourself. That’s unfortunate, but I’m glad you’ve learned how to deal with it. What made you want to join the gang?
To be honest, I was iffy at first. William found me wandering around a forest by myself. I was in full wolf mode, too. I had just found out my parents had been killed by hunters. I was afraid… I guess that’s why I try so hard to prove myself now because I don’t want to be that scared werewolf anymore. Anyway, he explained what he was planning and eventually convinced me to join him and his friends. There wasn’t a lot of them when I joined, but it quickly became something huge. And here we are! As much as he gets on my nerves, I’m grateful for what William did for me—I’m grateful for all of them.
Wonderful, Lillian. I’m sorry about your parents. It also seems like we are running out of time faster than I anticipated. I suppose I put too many people on the roster today.
That’s all right, Debra. It was very nice chatting with you.
Oh yes, you as well!
Last and certainly not least, our next guest is the newest member of Halloscream. Allow me to welcome Molly Thatcher to the show!
Thank you, it’s good to be here.
I’m quite excited to meet you, Molly. I heard that you’ve only been part of the team for about three years, is that right?
Yeah, it’s been like three or four, something like that. I honestly haven’t been keeping track, especially after I was turned.
Right, and how was that? Was this something you were seeking out?
Absolutely not. I was only sixteen when I showed up at the carnival. I grew up loving Halloween and all things scary, so when I heard about the event I was really excited to check it out. The next thing I know I’m watching two young boys being hurt for entertainment. It was horrifying. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. Eventually, I let them have me. I joined the carnival. And as soon as I turned eighteen I became one of them. It was the hardest choice I ever had to make, but looking back I’m glad I did it. Even if I did say yes just to protect the people I love, I’m happy now, and I wouldn’t change anything.
Are you implying that they used your loved ones in order to convince you to join them?
Well, yes. They did do that. But I’m happy now; being a vampire is incredible!
I see, well as long as you’re happy. Is there anything you miss from your human life?
Of course. I miss a lot of things. Like, being able to eat whatever I want… I really miss french fries. And my family and friends, I miss them a lot. But I know they’re better off and doing well. I also miss my bed—William makes us sleep in old coffins for aesthetic purposes. He says we should honour our ancestors or something. But honestly, I don’t think about my old life all that much. I have a new life now, and it’s great! It’s everything I didn’t know I needed.
Understandable, there’s no winning when you live in the past. What role do you play amongst everyone else?
I don’t really have a role right now. I’m kind of still learning a few things. Sometimes I’ll be around the area, scaring kids, but I’m basically a side character. I do like scaring, though. It’s really fun.
Interesting. Would you ever recommend doing something like this?
What? No, of course not! This isn’t like, a vacation. This is our livelihood. The last thing we want is people coming to us and begging everyone to make them a monster. We’re a family, and only those who deserve to be here, are here. I was lucky to be given this life, but I would not “recommend” trying to squeeze your way into our home.
Fair enough. Last question for you before we go: after being initiated into Halloscream, has your view on horror changed at all? Do you still find certain things as scary as you used to?
That’s a good question. I do think my views have changed. Being around monsters, ghosts, and all sorts of ghouls on a day-to-day basis has desensitized me for sure. Which is a little unfortunate, because I used to love being scared of those things. But, I think now I’m afraid of other things. There’s a lot that comes along with being a monster. I’m constantly thinking about how I can protect myself from the outside world, like, I always need to make sure I’m not in my true form when I’m entertaining people, or just talking to them. Because humans aren’t really accepting of creatures like us. It’s hard. But I mean, you get used to it I guess.
Well, I appreciate all your honesty today. I’m very glad I could talk to you. Thank you for being here, Molly. I wish you the best of luck in all your future endeavours.
Thank you. It was great to be here!
On that note, I want to give a special shout out to everyone who made today possible. I’m incredibly lucky to have this job because I get to meet so many wonderful people and… non-people. Thanks again to everyone who talked with me today. We really learned a lot, and I’d be happy to do it again. It was a good reminder—we shouldn’t judge people before we know them. And here’s another reminder: make sure you check out Halloscream in a town near you! Until next time, this is Debra Way, signing off.
Thanks for reading! If you’d like to read more of my work, you can find them here.
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MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE SENTENCE MEME
Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
change pronouns and such as needed ( tw death, tw suicide, tw gore, tw blood, tw drugs)
LOOK ALIVE, SUNSHINE
❝ Look alive, Sunshine. ❞
❝ Killjoys, make some noise! ❞
❝ It's time to do it now and do it loud! ❞
❝ Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny. ❞
❝ I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter. ❞
❝ The future is bulletproof! The aftermath is secondary! ❞
NA NA NA (NA NA NA NA NA NA)
❝ It's death or victory. ❞
❝ Keep your apology. ❞
❝ I'll be your detonator. ❞
❝ You be my detonator. ❞
❝ Kiss me, you animal! ❞
❝ Hit the gas, kill em' all. ❞
❝ We're on your property. ❞
❝ Give us more detonation. ❞
❝ Shut up and sing it with me! ❞
❝ Pull this pin, let this world explode. ❞
❝ Everybody wants to change the world. ❞
❝ Shut up and let me see your jazz hands. ❞
❝ I'd rather go to Hell than be in purgatory. ❞
❝ Remember when you were a mad man? ❞
❝ Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more! ❞
❝ I think we'd rather be burning your information. ❞
❝ I don't need it but I'll sell what you got, take the cash, and I'll keep it. ❞
❝ Everybody wants to change the world but no one wants to die. Wanna try? ❞
❝ The little children raise their open filthy palms like tiny daggers up to heaven. ❞
❝ Gimme love, I don't need it but I'll take what I want from your heart and I'll keep it. ❞
BULLETPROOF HEART
❝ Is this our destiny? ❞
❝ I'm who I've got to be. ❞
❝ Let's blow a hole in this town. ❞
❝ We could run away from here. ❞
❝ Let me be the one to save you. ❞
❝ I know how much you hate this. ❞
❝ Hold your heart into this darkness. ❞
❝ Gravity don't mean too much to me. ❞
❝ Tell the truth and God will save you. ❞
❝ I am not going to be the one left standing. ❞
❝ You aren't going to be the one left standing. ❞
❝ We aren't going to be the ones left standing. ❞
❝ Will you mean it when the end comes reeling? ❞
❝ Everybody knows you don't ever want to come back. ❞
❝ Everybody knows you don't want to give yourself up. ❞
❝ Stop your preaching right there because I really don't care. ❞
❝ I’ve got a bulletproof heart, you’ve got a hollow-point smile. ❞
❝ I'm shooting out of this room because I sure don't like the company. ❞
❝ So get me out of my head because it's getting kind of cramped, you know? ❞
❝ Are you going to be the one to save us from the black and hopeless feeling? ❞
SING
❝ Sing it out. ❞
❝ Keep running! ❞
❝ I refuse to answer. ❞
❝ Sing it for the world. ❞
❝ Sing it from the heart. ❞
❝ Buy yourself a motivation. ❞
❝ You've got to make a choice. ❞
❝ I am not the singer that you wanted. ❞
❝ You've got to be what tomorrow needs. ❞
❝ You've got to see what tomorrow brings. ❞
❝ Sing about everyone that you left behind. ❞
❝ They're going to sell what tomorrow means. ❞
❝ Every time that you lose it sing it for the world. ❞
❝ Sing it out, before they kill what tomorrow brings. ❞
❝ Use your voice every single time you open up your mouth. ❞
❝ Raise your voice every single time they try and shut your mouth. ❞
PLANETARY (GO!)
❝ I'm unbelievable. ❞
❝ You keep eternity. ❞
❝ You ruin everything. ❞
❝ Faith is unavailable. ❞
❝ You better go home. ❞
❝ We'll never go home. ❞
❝ They sell presentable. ❞
❝ I've got nothing to lose. ❞
❝ Yeah, I'm undefeatable. ❞
❝ Are we still having fun? ❞
❝ Fame is now injectable. ❞
❝ I think I'm gonna go now. ❞
❝ I won't be waiting for you. ❞
❝ Are you holding the gun? ❞
❝ We're taking back control. ❞
❝ Yeah, let's ruin everything. ❞
❝ Tell me, who do you trust? ❞
❝ Ain't got no time to pretend. ❞
❝ You're unbelievable, so unbelievable! ❞
❝ Don't fuck around, this is our last chance. ❞
❝ Now, please understand that I can't slow down. ❞
❝ Ladies and gentlemen, truth is now acceptable. ❞
❝ Just leave the party with me and never go home. ❞
❝ If their Heaven ain't got a vacancy then we just get up and go! ❞
THE ONLY HOPE FOR ME IS YOU
❝ Remember me. ❞
❝ You're the only hope for me. ❞
❝ I still think of the guns they sell. ❞
❝ Can I be the only hope for you? ❞
❝ I still think of the bombs they built. ❞
❝ The only hope for me is you alone. ❞
❝ Where were you when all of the embers fell. ❞
❝ We'll have to make it on our own, face all the pain and take it on. ❞
❝ What we have learned? Other than people burn in purifying flame. ❞
❝ If we can't find where we belong, we'll have to make it on our own. ❞
❝ Can I be the only hope for you? Because you're the only hope for me. ❞
PARTY POISON
❝ We came to party. ❞
❝ Here comes the encore! ❞
❝ Here comes the gang war. ❞
❝ Ain't nobody going to take my life. ❞
❝ Ain't a preacher going to save me now. ❞
❝ Ain't nobody going to get the best of me. ❞
❝ I got to shout this out so everybody knows. ❞
❝ Drop the needle when the tape deck blows. ❞
❝ Hide your eyes, we're going to shine tonight. ❞
❝ Everybody pay attention to me, I got the answer. ❞
❝ Keep your cars, and your dogs, and your famous friends. ❞
❝ Ain't a DJ going to save my soul I sold it long ago for rock 'n' roll. ❞
❝ If we were all like you in the end, we'd be killing ourselves by sleeping in. ❞
❝ Life is short and there are many dangers on the roads we travel, so let's dance. ❞
SAVE YOURSELF, I’LL HOLD THEM BACK
❝ Can you save yourself tonight? ❞
❝ I hope you're ready for a firefight. ❞
❝ Are you all ready where you are? ❞
❝ We're never leaving this place alive. ❞
❝ The devil's got your number tonight. ❞
❝ Get off the ledge and drop the knife. ❞
❝ I'm the only friend that makes you cry. ❞
❝ Who gives a damn if we lose the war? ❞
❝ You're a heart attack in black hair dye. ❞
❝ If you sing these words, we'll never die. ❞
❝ We can live forever if you've got the time. ❞
❝ We can leave this world, leave it all behind. ❞
❝ You're the broken glass in the morning light. ❞
❝ So just save yourself and I'll hold them back tonight. ❞
❝ For all of us who've seen the light, salute the dead and lead the fight. ❞
❝ I'll tell you all how the story ends. The good guys die and the bad guys win. ❞
❝ This ain't about all the friends you made but the graffiti they write on your grave. ❞
S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W
❝ Run, run, bunny, run. ❞
❝ We're all alone tonight. ❞
❝ I'll keep you safe inside. ❞
❝ We're all in love tonight. ❞
❝ Love won't stop this bomb. ❞
❝ Make a wish when your childhood dies. ❞
❝ Everybody hide your body from the scarecrow. ❞
❝ Never mind about the shape I'm in, I'll keep you safe tonight. ❞
SUMMERTIME
❝ I don't think I need them now. ❞
❝ You can write it on your arm. ❞
❝ You can run away with me anytime you want. ❞
❝ When the lights go out will you take me with you? ❞
❝ Terrified of what I'd be as a kid from what I've seen. ❞
❝ How long until we find our way in the dark and out of harm? ❞
❝ If you stay I would even wait all night or until my heart explodes. ❞
❝ Until we find our way in the dark and out of harm you can run away with me. ❞
DESTROYA
❝ I'm sick. ❞
❝ I don't believe in you. ❞
❝ I don't believe in luck. ❞
❝ I don't believe in God. ❞
❝ They don't believe in us. ❞
❝ You don't believe in God. ❞
❝ Brother, protect me now! ❞
❝ I believe we're the enemy! ❞
❝ Don't believe what they say. ❞
❝ I just believe we're the enemy. ❞
❝ Against the sun, we're the enemy. ❞
❝ They laugh, we don't think it's funny. ❞
❝ We're dead flies in the summertime. ❞
❝ I'm sick down from the bones to the other side. ❞
❝ So show me what you got, you children of the gun. ❞
❝ They don't like who you are, you won't like where we'll go. ❞
❝ What will you become when they take from you almost everything? ❞
❝ You don't believe in God, I don't believe in luck, they don't believe in us, but I believe we're the enemy! ❞
THE KIDS FROM YESTERDAY
❝ We are the kids from yesterday. ❞
❝ They only care if you can bleed. ❞
❝ Hold on tight and don't look back. ❞
❝ I'll find you when the sun goes black. ❞
❝ Yell it out, 'til your heart stops beating. ❞
❝ Here we are and we won't stop breathing. ❞
❝ You only live forever in the lights you make. ❞
❝ Well now, this could be the last of all the rides we take. ❞
❝ We don't care about the message or the rules they make. ❞
❝ When we were young, we used to say that you only hear the music when your heart begins to break. ❞
GOODNIGHT, DOCTOR DEATH
❝ Alright, children. The lights are out and the party's over. ❞
❝ I know you're going to miss me, so I'll leave you with this. ❞
❝ It's time for me to start running and say goodbye for a little while. ❞
❝ You know that big ball of radiation we call the sun? Well, it'll burst you into flames if you stay in one place too long. ❞
❝ So remember, even if you're dusted, you may be gone but out here in the desert your shadow lives on without you. ❞
#my chemical romance sentence meme#mcr sentence meme#sentence meme#rp sentence meme#my meme#my sentence meme#I'm a fucking emo brat till I die of course I'd keep making mcr sentence memes#this fucker started as a two parter but I spent an hour condensing
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Ev’rybody Wants to be a Cat
Does anyone still read Beauty and the Beast fic? Yes? No? Maybe?
Well, for anyone who does, because I know I sure miss it, here’s a short story about Gaston adopting a kitten, as requested by @gingersnap0369
Sorry it took so long to get this out, but I hope you like it! I can never seem to get enough of my faves with kittens.
He'd often been told thinking was a dangerous pastime, but this was a good idea for once.
Ever since his young bachelor days, Gaston had fantasized about having a sizable family. The picturesque vision of coming home to a loving wife, a gaggle of children, and a dog or two to top it off. He couldn't shake the smile that came to his face any time he imagined playing catch with a half dozen little boys that looked so much like him.
Despite all his attempts and efforts, the years passed faster than he thought they would, and now Gaston was a hair over thirty, and still lived alone. It was fine at first, but he was beginning to feel trapped - not so unlike the luckless foxes he liked to hunt. He felt like he was running out of time.
As much as he loved them, he never assumed Lefou would be the one to have two young kids underfoot while he was still single and childless. When Charlotte would hug him hello or Barney would show off a craft he made in preschool, Gaston often wondered if he would ever have that with children of his own.
But he wasn't discouraged. Gaston was a stubborn man, and he knew he would find someone to settle down with soon.
Still.
The house was lonely.
Which was how he found himself at Villeneuve Animal Shelter, his heart set on finding a new furry companion. If Gaston wanted to start on that perfect family, a dog seemed like a good place to begin.
He wandered through the different rooms, in awe of all the pets there were to choose from. He knew he wanted a larger dog, one that would make a good guard dog, but was still friendly enough to play fetch with.
He met rottweilers and shepherds and pitbulls of all colors, allowing each of the animals sniff or lick his hands, but none of them seemed to mesh. They were all fine dogs, and he was sure they would make fine pets, but he didn't feel… it. That feeling in the pit of his stomach that something clicked. That he'd met the pet for him.
Until he saw it.
A flash of orange that zoomed by so fast Gaston wasn't sure what he'd seen.
“What was that?” He asked the woman who had been guiding him around, introducing him to the different dogs - all of which had dissolved into a frenzy of competitive barking.
Before he got an answer, another volunteer came scurrying into the room, quick on the tail of whatever orange blur had entered. From behind a cabinet, she pulled out something - or someone, rather - tiny and ginger.
A kitten.
“This little one has been trying to escape for days,” The woman said, as she flattened the fur on the kitten's head. “Whoever brings him home is in for quite the workout.”
Gaston crossed the room in his long, demanding strides, and stuck his hands out. “Could I?”
The woman looked confused as a man such as Gaston, surrounded by a dozen barking dogs, took the tiny kitten into his large hands.
The kitten let out a soft mew, and nipped at Gaston's fingers, before nuzzling his pink nose into the palm of his hand.
He was soft. He was warm.
And Gaston was his.
“Welcome home,” Gaston announced, as he opened the pet carrier (intended for an animal much larger than the one inside) and allowed the kitten to poke his nose out.
“Go on, then,” Gaston knelt on the floor, as the kitten crawled out of the cage, taking in his new surroundings.
“There we are,” He approved, as his new friend explored the room and began to sniff around.
Gaston watched as the kitten jumped up onto the sofa. “You'll be needing a name, I suppose.”
The kitten seemed to take a liking to the pillow thrown on the side of the couch. A birthday gift from Lefou, with an impressive embroidered buck sewn into it. The kitten curled against the deer and closed his tiny eyes.
Gaston scratched the kitten’s head, as a purring sound filled the room.
“Antlers it is.”
Antlers proved to be an interesting addition to Gaston's home. He was a fearless cat, jumping onto any surface or counter-top he could reach, meowing louder than Gaston thought possible from someone so small. He crawled under the furniture (coming out with assorted dust bunnies on his head), and even followed Gaston into the bathroom. The cat seemed to like his new home.
Gaston almost didn't want to go to bed, he was having so much fun playing with his new little friend. He let Antlers chase a laser pointer around the room until sleep called him, and reluctantly decided to turn in for the night.
He walked into his bedroom, offering Antlers the enormous bed he’d purchased for the dog he was supposed to come home with, and watched as the kitten crawled in, looking so very small against the cushion. Antlers curled into a little ball and Gaston took that as his cue to climb into his own bed.
Quiet as it still may have been, suddenly his room didn't feel so lonely.
Gaston woke up to something warm and furry resting in the crook of his neck.
He coughed and spat the hair out of his mouth, before his mind registered what was happening.
Doggie-bed apparently forgotten, Antlers seemed to take a liking to Gaston's, and he almost didn't have the heart to wake the kitten sleeping so innocently against his face - even if it did make him want to sneeze.
Antlers began to knead his shirt with his paws, and Gaston felt a smile creep onto his face. He'd known this cat less than twenty four hours, and he already loved him so much. Maybe this was what being a father felt like! Deciding he couldn't bear to wake him, Gaston began to drift back to sleep…
A frantic knock on the front door startled him awake. Antlers’ head perked up, his ears twitching in every direction as he sought out the source of the noise.
Gaston sighed and pulled himself from the bed, Antlers close on his heels as he threw on a proper pair of pajama bottoms, and went to investigate.
He swung the door open to reveal a little girl, no more than ten with a wild array of dark hair and freckles, one of his favorite smiles on her face.
“Hey, Buddy!” Gaston greeted, as Charlotte threw her arms around his middle. “What are you doing here so early?”
“Papa said you got a cat,” Charlotte said brightly, as Lefou made his appearance close behind, four-year-old Barney’s hand clasped in his own. “I like cats!”
“Do you?” Gaston scratched his unshaven chin. “But I thought your mother raised you to be a dog person.”
“I like dogs too,” Charlotte assured as he let them into the house. “But where's the cat?!”
The young girl was so excited, bouncing on her toes as she spoke. She was so much like her father, always talking a mile a minute, constantly radiating a restless energy.
“Well, speak of the devil,” Gaston said, as Antlers poked his nose into the room. “Here’s the little guy now.”
Charlotte fell to her knees, sticking her hand out for Antlers to approach on his own time. Growing up with so many pets and a veterinarian for a stepfather appeared to teach her how to treat animals properly.
Antlers wasn't afraid. He licked Charlotte's hand and leaped into her lap. She giggled as the kitten began to play, nipping gently and purring.
“Can I play?” The younger, more tentative of the Lefou siblings asked.
Gaston grabbed Barney's hand and led him to where Charlotte was sitting. He gently took Antlers into his hands and allowed the boy to pet him.
“He's super soft,” Barney said, approvingly, and before long he had joined his sister waving a feather in front of the cat, their laughter ricocheting off the walls as Antlers chased it.
“Looks like you may be getting a cat soon,” Gaston said, nudging Lefou’s shoulder as they watched.
“There's no need,” Lefou said, smiling as Antlers tackled Charlotte’s hand, eliciting a squeal from the girl. “Not when Uncle Gaston has one, anyway.”
Just as quickly as they had before, the years continued to pass. Gaston watched as his rambunctious little kitten grew into a rambunctious, strong cat. Antlers was a animal after his own heart, made of pure muscle and endurance. Even as he aged, he still jumped onto high surfaces and meowed at decimals even the neighbors could hear. He demanded attention when he wanted it, and was something of a star on Gaston's social media accounts.
About three years had gone by since he and Antlers chose each other, and Gaston still melted a little when he curled up on his lap, purring happily.
Gaston’s life had taken on some significant changes in those few years. Lefou was married now, and Stanley had taken permanent residence in their lives. Gaston himself tied the knot not so long ago, moving to a new neighborhood to celebrate.
Maybe this was the true picturesque life he'd always dreamed about. It didn't have to include a houseful of children, or dogs at his feet. Maybe he could be content to have just his lovely wife and his favorite feline.
Gaston watched as Antlers climbed off of his lap, and settled into his wife's. Antlers tolerated her normally, but made it no secret that Gaston was his favorite person, so this struck him as unusual.
Antlers sniffed her belly, rubbing his head against it, before laying down to sleep, nestled comfortably in her lap.
The newlyweds shared a look, small smiles creeping onto their faces.
Then again…
Maybe his original idea wasn't so far off, after all.
#i've written Antlers before#but i didn't want to link it because who knows what tumblr would make of me adding a link to a post at this point#if you search my blog you should be able to find it easy enough#and of course.... i could resist adding Char and Barney#My Brand.#disney#beauty and the beast#disney fan fiction#gaston#lefou#random ramblings#weatherby writes
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Devil!Yoongi ||
Notes: this is the second part of the duo!! I hope you like it! It’s a lot more fluff, no angst included. Requests are open~
•when you opened your eyes, you were in a room
•the walls were a light blue, reminding you of the sky
•”oh good, you’re awake, Y/N.”
•a male with plump lips and brown hair spoke, a smile on his face
•looking around the room, you tried to remember where you were, who you were
•but nothing came to mind except for a vague figure
•”I.. where am I?”
•your body ached, tears formed at your eyes
•uncertain of your surroundings, of who you were, you were confused and overwhelmed
•”it’s okay, don’t cry. Let’s go get something in your stomach.”
•the brunette male comforted you, his voice soft as he whispered
•slowly you stood out of bed, your feet hit the wooden floor
•the two of you walked into the kitchen, you slower than the male, but you did it
•on the kitchen table laid fruit and pancakes, with glasses of juice on it
•while you sat down, the brunette bustled around, playing good and sticking food in a brown bag
•he walked out of the kitchen, going into a room
•”Ya! Kim Taehyung! Wake up!”
•a loud groan, and then brunette walked out of the room
•sitting at the table with you, the two of you waited for Taehyung to sit at the table
•eventually he did, bright orange hair joining you at the table
•the two began to eat, you followed, slowly eating the pancakes
•”Jin, are you going with hobi to the daycare today?”
•Taehyung asked, his mouth full of pancakes
•”chew with your mouth close, and yes, he’ll be here in a little bit.”
•Jin answered, pink dusted over his cheeks
•”where am I?”
•you asked, making them both look up at you
•”in our house?”
•Taehyung questioned, as if you should know that
•”who am I?”
•you tried again, wanting to understand
•”Kim Y/N? Our cousin?”
•this time Seokjin answered, looking at you with concern in his eyes
•”where was I before this?”
•tears gathered up at your eyes again
•”you lived in Daegu for awhile, and then you moved to Busan, now you live with us in Seoul.”
•Taehyung listed places off on his fingers, that had strings of maple syrup stuck on them
•”you don’t remember?”
•Jin asked, his voice as soft as before
•shaking your head, you looked down at the table
•Jin sighed, saying that you’d speak again when he came home
•Taehyung hugged you, before looking at a clock and yelling that he was going to be late
•he ran to his room, got dressed, and then yelled a goodbye and slammed the door behind him
•”that boy.”
•Jin shook his head, a fond smile on his face
•”was that his lunch you were packing?”
•you pointed to the brown bag that stood forgotten on the counter
•”shit.”
•Jin hissed, checking the time
•”do you want me to bring it?”
•you asked, feeling bad for him
•”You’re a lifesaver Y/N, we’ll have your favorite food for dinner, I love you!”
•it was his time to run out the door after pressing a kiss to your forehead
•getting up, you put dishes in the sink, food in the fridge
•wandering around the apartment, you decided to take a shower
•stripping off your clothes, you threw them into a bin
•looking into the mirror before you stepped into the warm water
•you noticed two long scars on your back, parallel to each other
•you hissed as you saw them, pain rushing throughout your body
•not unbearable pain, just enough that it was like stubbing a tie repeatedly
•getting into the shower and washing your body, you were mindful of the scars that littered your back
•when you smelled like strawberries and your skin felt clean, you got out and returned to the blue walled room
•the ceiling had clouds drawn on them, making you laugh
•you look up at the sky sitting as a desk, a familiar voice saying how he hates coffee, you look up to see who he is, but the memory is gone
•falling onto the floor, you clutched your towel
•you were shaking again, adrenaline was flowing through your veins
•but you were more confused than before
•shakily, you got dressed
•black jeans, a big black sweater, and black boots
•your wardrobe was filled with black clothes, a mint sweater stuck out like a sore thumb
•touching the soft fabric between your finger tips
•”Shut up Minty fresh, kooks thighs look amazing in leather.”
•freezing as you remembered sitting in bedroom, staring up at the ceiling as you spoke
•shaking off the strange feeling, you left the room
•going back to the kitchen, you grabbed Taehyung’s brown paper bag of food
•leaving the house, you wandered the streets, looking at the buildings and the people that littered the streets
•you may not have remembered the houses, or the way to Taehyung’s school but your body did
•within fifteen minutes you were at a school
•walking up the cement stairs, you opened the front door
•inside was a secretary, who was on her phone
•”hello?”
•you asked, looking at her
•”who you here for?”
•she asked, sighing as she put her phone down
•”I’m…dropping off Kim Taehyung’s lunch.”
•you had to pause to think of what they said you last name was
•she looked at you up and down, then pressed a button
•”I’ll tell you which class he should be in.”
•nodding, you shuffled inside the office
•she pulled up Taehyung’s name on the computer, and clicked on the time schedule
•”he should be in the library, study period.”
•before you could thank her, she picked up her phone and waved you out of the room
•asking a student where the library was, you walked down there
•it was a big library with many books, kids lounging, doing homework or just messing around
•finding Taehyung was hard, but you found him in between two boys, playing on a DS
•”Taehyung?”
•you whispered, making all three boys glance at you
•”y/n? What are you doing here?”
•the orange haired male questioned, still playing on the DS
•”you forgot to take your lunch, so I brought it.”
•one of Taehyung’s friends was looking at you strangely
•he had black hair, and a smile that reminded you of a bunny
•”thanks y/n!”
•you were still looking at the black haired male, and suddenly it came back
•the ditching school, the conversation with Satan, confessing to the angel
•but what was his name?
•”jungkookie?”
•you asked, trying to make sure you were getting the right person
•”you sound familiar?”
•Jungkook tilted his head, biting his bottom lip as he tried to remember how he knew you
•”I’m your devil.”
•that made him more confused, all of them confused actually
•sighing, you pulled out a chair and sat in it
•”everyone has a shoulder angel and devil, we are supposed to whisper good or bad things that we want you to do.”
•Taehyung was amazed, but the other two didn’t seem to believe you
•”at your fifth birthday party you took a fistful of cake and ate it like that, you cried after that and I fell asleep in the bed with you. When you were seven you bit Jimin in the arm when he was sleeping and pretended it was the dog.”
•Jimin glared at Jungkook, while Taehyung practically cackled
•making you get shushed by the librarian
•”I believe you, but why are you here? Aren’t you my shoulder angel?”
•Jungkook asked, looking confused
•”I was your shoulder devil, and because I broke a rule.”
•Taehyung looked at you shocked, his eyes wide
•”did you… kill someone?”
•he whispered, his brown eyes looking comically large
•”no! I fell in love with his shoulder angel.”
•you shook your head, laughing as Taehyung sighed in relief
•”you sound like Romeo and Juliet.”
•Jimin spoke for the first time, sounding far away
•”jimin’s in love but he won’t say with who.”
•Taehyung shrugged, rolling his eyes
•”I know who, and I know who Jungkook likes, you too.”
•standing up, you waved at the three of them, all three staring at you pink face and wide eyed
•giggling as you left the library, then leaving the school
•you didn’t want to go back to the apartment just yet
•instead you walked around, going to your favorite places when you were a devil
•the park, the river nearby, the little coffee shop
•you bumped into someone, nearly falling down
•they grabbed you by the hand, steadying both of you
•looking at them, you stared in shock
•”cat got your tongue, devil?”
•he smirked, his minty hair under a black hoodie
•”shut up minty fresh.”
•smiling back at him, you melted in his arms
•”you need to get new insults.”
•he shook his head, laughing, his gums showing as he did so
•”don’t laugh at me Colgate.”
•making him cackle harder
•”hey mint, what’s your name?”
•you asked once he had calmed down, both of you now inside the little coffee shop
•him drinking coffee and you drinking a hot chocolate
•”you forgot?”
•he grimaced, making you feel bad
•”yeah, I can’t remember at all. I think it begins with a Y but all I can’t think of is yoda.”
•he took one look at you, before laughing again
•”that’s my new name, call me yoda.”
•”shut up yoda.”
•the two of you are weird, and you have questions about your life still
•like if you’re actually cousins with Jin and Tae, if they had a cousin and you took their place, or if Satan just made you into a person that you could meet minty fresh
•but it’s a time to have fun with…yoda
•who still won’t tell you his flipping name
•and doesn’t, until Jungkook introduces you to him as his cousin
•his cousin named yoongi, and Jungkook was very confused as to why you were laughing and yoongi had pretended to crumble to the floor and die
•y’all were a weird couple
#Bts au#bts scenario#bts angst#bts fluff#Min Yoongi#Kim Taehyung#Kim Seokjin#Jeon Jungkook#Park Jimin#Jung Hoseok#Kim Namjoon#koreabooeauty#kpop au#kpop scenario#devil au
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GIANT PROMO FOR MY BLOG!!!
Well I’m going to be promoting my blog a bit! I really want my characters to become known, and get out there and interact with others! I want to be an active part of the Cuphead fandom! I just wanna have fun! So I hope this shameless self promo will help me accomplish that!
Anywho here’s a MASTER list of all my characters SO FAR and some backstories surrounding them. Maybe if you get to know my characters a little more, curiosity will spark and you’ll be intrigued to interact with them! Who knows anywho here they are!!!
Name: Pumpkin Spicella Latte {{ Nicknames: Pumpkin Spice, Pumpkin, Pumpy, Pumpkaboo, Puddin, P.Pie, Kinny }}
Age: 20
Gender: Ambiguous
Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic homosexual
Relationship status: Single
Backstory:
Pumpkin lives on Inkwell isle with their half sibling, Teacup. Pumpkin and Teacup work at a family run bakery by the name of Sweet N’ Spicy Delights. Their parents are no longer among the living, but their grandparents, who own the bakery, are still around. Pumpkin loves making sweet and spicy treats, and always lets costumers have free samples of their treats.
Name: Teacup/Teakettle {{ Nickname: T.C. Tia, Kettie}}
Age: 18
Gender: Ambiguous
Romantic/Sexual orientation: biromantic bisexual
Relationship status: Single
Backstory:
Teacup lives on Inkwell Isle with their half sibling, Pumpkin. While Pumpkin likes making sweet and spicy treats, Teacup on the other hand loves making cold sweets, like icecream, fruit pops, and other such treats. One of Teacup’s favorite things to make is icecream cake. Teacup can also make cakes for different occasions such as a birthday or even a wedding.
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Name: Rootbeer Float {{ Nicknames: Rue, Rooty/Rootie, Rubie, Root/Rooter, Ru-Ru, Rb, B., Flo }}
Gender: Male {{ But doesn’t mind what pronouns are used for him. }}
Age: No set age, but he is an adult
Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic homosexual
Relationship status: Single
Personality: Timid, shy, honest, caring, considerate, eccentric, sly -when he wants to be-, can be charming/flirty when he comfortable around the person he’s being flirty with. Despite being timid and shy, he can be very brave when he needs to be.
Backstory:
Rootbeer lives just on the outskirts of Inkwell. He’s a shy fellow who mostly keeps to himself. Rootbeer was kicked out of his home at the age of 14 by his neglectful and unsupportive parents. Rootbeer built his house by his own hands, and survived on the streets for four years, before he was able to build his home. He took refuge in homeless shelters and did odd jobs just to make money. He was mugged quite often and he almost made a deal with the Devil for riches beyond his wildest imagination. But a kind elderly woman kept him from doing so, and he and the elderly woman became good friends. At the age of 18 Rootbeer had built his home and the elderly woman, with no living relatives left moved in with him. Sadly, the elderly woman has passed away, her last wish was to be cremated and that her dust be sprinkled underneath a cherry blossom tree. Rootbeer honored her wishes and did just that. Rootbeer is now trying to make a living in the music industry.
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Name: Dustella Bunnie Cinders {{ Nicknames: Duzzy, Duzzles, Dustie }}
Gender: Nonbinary but goes by female pronouns.
Age: A legal adult
Personality: Meek, naive, easily frightened, but when they are around those they knows well they are open, zany, free spirited and outspoken.
Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic asexual
Relationship status: Single
Backstory:
Dustella lives outside of Inkwell isle as a farmer. She lives with her grandfather and the manage the farm by themselves. Her grandmother, although still around, cannot work because of her arthritis. Dustella loves working the farm, but her dream is to become a big star through singing and earn enough money so her grandparents can have a peaceful retirement. That and so Dustella can help fix up the farm.
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Name: Claudia Cirrusula Accumalita {{ Claudie, Clu, Chloe, Dia }}
Gender: Agender
Age: ??? Do clouds even age, I don’t know. Eh fck it they are an adult!
Personality: Zesty and always full of cheer. They are wacky and silly, not afraid to speak their mind. They aren’t afraid to show off and they aren’t afraid to express themselves, no matter what others may think.
Romantic/Sexual orientation: panromantic pansexual
Relationship status: Single
Backstory:
Claudia runs a boutique where they make fashionable clothes for all ages. They love fashion, its their whole world. There’s nothing they are more passionate about than the world of fashion. They are not interested in anything that has already been done, but only what will be. Claudia is always looking for inspiration for new and unique ideas for outfits. They also host a monthly fashion show, The gets to have their own line of clothing displayed in Claudia’s boutique, so they can advertise their own brand of fashion. Claudia’s parents are very rich, and are proud of Claudia’s accomplishments. Often paying for very expensive vacations and other such things for Claudia. However, despite Claudia’s accomplishments and the pride of their parents, Claudia isn’t always a bundle of joy. Claudia wants nothing more than to spend time with their parents, but due to work schedules and other such matters it is hard for them and their parents to take time off to hang out.
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Name: Marshie Amanita {{ Nicknames: Mars, Mari, Mai }}
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Species: Anthro Mushroom
Personality: He’s very reckless and bold. He loves pranking people, but can also be very lazy. Making puns is his favorite thing to do. But he’s a hopeless romantic and can’t flirt worth a damn, he freezes up around other guys. He’s often mistaken for a female, due to wearing female clothing and his soft feminine sounding voice.
Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic homosexual
Relationship status: Single
Backstory:
Marshie is Claudia’s fashion model. Marshie was adopted by Claudia’s parents after Marshie’s birth parents died. Marshie’s mother died of cancer and his father committed suicide by hanging himself. Marshie has always loved fashion since he was little, and when Claudia was old enough to start their own boutique, Marshie asked to be a model. Claudia accepted, and now Marshie is happily modeling for Claudia.
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Name: Raimen Eduardo Payne {{ Nicknames: Ramen and Ray }}
Gender: Male
Species: Ramen Noodle head object.
Age: 22
Personality: Raimen is very nonchalant and laid back. He’s not much for a conversation and would much rather just listen to people talk, than actually talk to them himself.
Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic homosexual
Relationship status: Single
Raimen makes money by selling noodle based dishes he makes himself. He sets up a food stand and just waits for costumers. He also has a horrible smoking habit and suffers from insomnia. He often suffers from pain caused by his fibromyalgia. Which causes him to not get enough sleep, making him also suffer insomnia as well. He doesn’t have the best of health and gets ill often.
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Name: Razzmatazz {{ Nicknames: Raz, Razzie, Razzles, Razzle Dazzle, Rara }}
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Species: Anthro moth
Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic homosexual
Relationship status: Single
Personality: He’s very quiet and reserved, keeping to himself most of the time. Razz is very much an introvert and doesn’t do well in crowds. But he’s a good listener and a great advice giver.
Backstory: Not much is known about Raz, other than the fact that he doesn’t seem to talk at all. Many people wonder if he’s mute, considering he writes down what he wants to say and shows it to whoever he’s talking to. He seems to want to become an author of novels and poems.
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Name: Dimitri {{ Nicknames: Dim, Dimi, The Dster }}
Gender: Male - he/him pronouns
Brush type: paint brush
Age: Legal adult
Romantic/Sexual orientation: biromantic bisexual
Relationship status: Single
Personality: spontaneous, zany, go with the flow, can be somewhat lazy, can be bold/reckless, he’s also a sassy boy who isn’t afraid to express himself.
Backstory: Dimitri’s family died at sea. A horrible storm sunk their family’s private boat and he was place in the orphanage until he was old enough to inherit the family fortune. He doesn’t talk about his past much, but he’s mostly moved on from it. The only thing that really gets to him is watching his sister being swept away by large waves in the storm.
Name: Raine/Rain {{ Nicknames: Rain Mc Grump <- Dimitri likes to call him that }}
Gender: Male - he/him pronouns
Brush type: thinner brush
Age: legal adult
Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic asexual
Relationship status: Single
Personality: lone-wolf, gruff, moody, very sensitive, sometimes rather cold and blunt. Can be dreadfully sarcastic and rude.
Backstory: Raine’s family died when fire blazed through their family mansion. Raine blocks that night out and refuses to speak of it. He was placed in the same orphanage as Dimitri and Dimitri was the only one who attempted to be friends with him. Raine tried to push Dimitri away, but they soon became friends over time. And now Raine considers Dimitri his brother. Dimitri adopted Raine as his younger sibling and they both moved into the mansion Dimitri’s parents used to own.
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Name: Ross Riaz {{ Nicknames: Ro, Ruben, Ros-Ros, Rossie }}
Gender: Genderless but goes by male pronouns
Age: He’s ageless, but is a legal adult
Species: Anthro gem
Romantic/Sexual orientation: Unknown but is rumored to be gay due to the fact that he doesn’t seem interested in woman.
Relationship status: ???
Personality: Ross is cunning and sly, his suave nature is charming and alluring. He’s a smooth talker and has talked his way out of tough spots before.He’s also very flirty, but he seems to have no interest in any female that makes advances on him.
Occupation: Fashionista by day - part of a mafia organization by night. But this mafia targets known criminals. Like serial killers, rapists, pedos etc etc. They don’t do drugs and don’t go after innocents. They’re a large group of vigilantes and Ross is their boss.
Backstory: Ross grew up the single child of a single mother. His mother was a stripper and a prostitute, but it was only due to the fact that she couldn’t make enough money to survive otherwise. They grew up in the slums and were very poor, Ross used to be the target of many street thugs. He has escaped death multiple times. He almost died five times during his childhood, once by almost drowning, the other time he and his mother were victims of an arson attack by street thugs, the other three times he was beaten and left for dead in allies. Now that he’s the leader of a mafia, albeit it’s a mafia that punishes criminals, he’s the target of many criminals and he is dodging assassination attempts on almost a regular basis. The only other time his life was in danger was before he created his own mafia, but no one knows what happened to him. Whenever that life threatening situation is brought up, he becomes uneasy and seemingly terrified. This is the only time Ross ever shows fear in front of anyone. All he says is that it doesn’t matter what happened to him, all that matters is that he lived. And that’s that. Who knows what he is hiding and what other secrets he has buried?
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Name: Nebula Cosmos Lunetta
Gender: Genderless - goes by any pronouns
Species: Comula-Nebulis {{ A Comet space alien }}
Romantic orientation: Abroromantic {{ experiences a fluid or rapidly changing romantic attraction to different gender expressions. }}
Sexual Orientation: Demisexual {{ Has to have a deep and close bond with someone, before any sexual desires form. }}
Relationship status: Single
Age: Unknown
Backstory:
Nebula is a mysterious creature, an alien comet. Not much is known about Nebula, the only thing that is known is that they love to serve others. They are very mysterious and their personality is one that is yet to be explained.The only thing that is known about Nebula is that they crash landed from outerspace and that they are a butler for Azura
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Name: Azurette/Azura Sapphiris Okeley {{ Nicknames: Azzie, Azu, Azurrie }}
Gender: ???
Species: Blue Hibiscus
Romantic/Sexual orientation: Unknown
Relationship status: ???
Personality: Azura is very soft spoken, they are a tender and loving soul, who is always willing to help others. Their kindness is their greatest strength but also their greatest weakness, because being kind could end up being their undoing. Despite their sweet and generous nature, Azura’s sense of humor is rather odd. They more often than not will laugh at anyone’s jokes no matter how awful they are. Azura is polite and chivalrous, and if someone is in trouble Azura will be there to assist. Azura isn’t afraid of confrontation and will stand up for others and isn’t afraid to defend others who are either being mugged or assaulted. Azura will even face off with someone wielding a weapon. This often lands Azura in the hospital, but Azura doesn’t mind it.
Backstory:
Azura being born into a rich family, doesn’t have to work a day in their life. But they choose to do so anyways. Azura has many interests and part time jobs. Thankfully their work schedule for their part time jobs never interact. Azura is a part time model for Claudia and a part time maid for the Sweet N’ Spicy Delights bakery. Azura’s full time job is a florist, they own their own flower shop. Azura’s hobbies include painting and volunteering and local animal shelters whenever they can. But by night, Azura is none other than a member of Ross’s Mafia. Azura is only called in for important missions and is Ross’s right hand and the main cook for the Mafia. It is rumored that Ross and Azura are a thing, but this has never been proven.
Name: Violetto Mauve Lumina (( Nicknames: Vio, Violet, Vivi ))
Gender: Male {{ But doesn’t mind what pronouns are used for him. }}
Age: Early 20s
Romantic/Sexual orientation: Homoromantic homosexual
Relationship status: Single
Personality: Vio is a lone-wolf. He prefers to keep to himself and doesn’t like confrontation. He is always polite even to the most horrid of ruffians. He is very trustworthy and devoted to those he sees as friends and family. However he is sometimes naive to a fault and that can land him in trouble. He’s very empathetic and generous beyond what most people would expect of a lone-wolf like him to be.
Backstory: Not much is known about Vio except that he lives in a mansion on a lonely hill and writes stunning fantasy novels. It seems he and his sister are the only residents of the mansion. He made his fortune through his hit-seller novels. He is often seen around town hastily getting what he needs and going back to the mansion. His sister is rarely seen with him at any point in time.
Name: Sakura Esme Lumina {{ Nicknames: Sakie, Essie, Kura, Blossom }}
Gender: female
Age: in her 20′s
Romantic/Sexual orientation: biromantic bisexual
Relationship status: Single
Personality: Sakura is a gentle and kind soul, she’s a pacifist and seeing violence of any sort causes her pain. She sees beauty in things that others often miss. She is soft spoken and endearing, she is very patient and always tries to see the good inside of everyone. Even if people tell her that someone’s a lost cause, she will never give up on anyone. She is very sensitive to those around her and will share in their pain.
Backstory:
Sakura grew up with Violetto in their mansion with their rich family. However, the family had a falling out. And they cut some ties with some of the family members. Violetto was able to buy back the mansion and now he and his sister own the mansion. Sakura can be seen tending the gardens, tending to hurt or sick animals, and finally singing and dancing around the grounds. Especially at night. Sakura used to work for an orphanage but that was before... the unfortunate event and she had to quit. Sakura, not wanting to give up work, because she feels antsy without something to do, runs a small flowershop right next to the mansion. Sakura is hardly seen anywhere except her flowershop and inside the mansion. Her brother worries about her immensely and often treats her like she’s a fragile flower.
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And there you have it! There’s all my Cuphead ocs! I hope you enjoyed reading all about them! I can’t wait to be an active member of this wonderful fandom, and make awesome friends! If you’d like to help me out, hit that reblog button~
But don’t feel obligated to do so, but it would be appreciated!
ALatteTea mun out!
PEACE!~
#Blog promo time#All my Cuphead ocs#Here you go one and all#Here's all of them so far!#Pumpkin Spice#Teacup.Teakettle#Rootbeer#Dustella#Claudia#Raimen#Razzmatazz the moth#Dimitri the paint brush#Raine the thinner brush#Ross Riaz the ruby#Azurette.Azura the blue hibiscus
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